"What's wrong?" Xu Jiayan sensed that the girl suddenly became dejected.
Jiang Yuan sighed and said: "I just feel that Brother Yan is too outstanding, and I'm worried that I'm not good enough for him. If I can't get into Qingbei, will Brother Yan look down on me?"
Xu Jiayan stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and said to her: "Silly girl, what I like is you, not the you who goes to Qingbei."
Jiang Yuan smiled with a curved lip: "I feel the same." She was indeed influenced by those girls—she even asked such a silly question.
"I've rested enough, Brother Yan, put me down!" Although she really enjoyed the process of Brother Yan carrying her on his back, she also knew she was no longer a child and couldn't keep clinging to Brother Yan's back like when she was little.
However, just the short distance he had carried her on his back had already turned countless Qingbei girls green with envy.
