Zhongyu Jiarui tightened her grip on Nangong Xuyao's hand. "Xuyao, it's not that I don't trust you, I just…"
She couldn't quite articulate her feelings. In the past, she had carried herself with a certain level of pride. She knew that as long as she remained the young lady of the Zhongyu family, Nangong Xuyao would never leave her.
However, now, in front of her father, Nangong Xuyao seemed even more favored than her. There were many instances where her father valued Nangong Xuyao more than her. This sparked a sense of crisis in her, realizing that Nangong Xuyao could leave her at any moment. That was why she felt so uneasy.
Seeing Zhongyu Jiarui's expression, Nangong Xuyao couldn't help but sigh. Then, he continued, "Jiarui, rest assured, you're the only one in my heart. As for Ye Leng'an, I didn't tell you before, but she once saved my life. It's just that some misunderstandings arose later, causing a rift between us. I feel sorry for her. Don't overthink it."