Zhao Dong remained silent, and Gu Moning turned to look at Li Xiaoran beside her.
Seeing that something was off with Li Xiaoran's expression, she asked in confusion, "Xiaoran, what's wrong?"
Li Xiaoran bit her lip and looked down, seemingly too ashamed to meet Gu Moning's gaze. She remained silent.
Gu Moning grew even more puzzled, her face a mask of utter confusion. She rubbed her slightly aching forehead and asked, "What exactly happened just now? Why does my head hurt a little? Xiaoran, why aren't you talking?"
Li Xiaoran lifted her head to look at Gu Moning, her beautiful face now etched with a complex mix of emotions.
From the side, Zhao Dong finally spoke up. "If you have any questions, just ask your dear best friend. She knows everything."
Gu Moning froze, then turned to Li Xiaoran. "Xiaoran, you..."
