Ye Siming's pupils were slightly cold, and his slender palms subconsciously clenched the little guy's legs.

The pace was obviously slower than before.

Gu Nuo'er tilted her little head, waiting for Ye Siming's answer.

From her point of view.

The young man's profile is handsome and firm, with a deep jawline and clear outlines.

Woohoo, brother Siming is still so pretty.

Gu Nuo'er smiled and rolled her eyes.

Just as she was admiring the beauty, she heard Ye Siming suddenly speak.

"Gu Nuo'er, in your eyes, are there many people who are closest to you?"

The little guy blinked in confusion.

"No, the most intimate, of course, can only be the father and mother, the little mother and the aunt, and the elder brother!" She counted with her small hands.

Suddenly she remembered and added: "Yeah! Brother Huaradiu and Sister Yinxiang are also considered!"

Ye Siming's cold eyes drooped halfway, as if he had something on his mind: "What about Yun Linzhou?"

Gu Nuo'er scratched her little face, her thin eyebrows wrinkled, and she became even more puzzled: "Linzhou?"

"Hmm..." She reluctantly thought for a moment: "I used to be a friend, but now I'm a stranger."

Ye Siming's eyes were even darker, as if there was a faint chill, but Gu Nuoer didn't see it.

He said in a cold voice, "That's why he didn't get your Broken Sword, so he gave it to me instead?"

Gu Nuo'er heard this question, and the white and tender little round face was full of incredible!

"Brother Siming, what are you talking about!"

Since Ye Siming said it out, he decided to make it clear.

He didn't want to keep this matter in his heart, it would make him suffer like a fire.

There was a voice in my heart that desperately wanted a proof.

It proves that Yun Linzhou is more important in Gu Nuo'er's heart.

Ye Siming put Gu Nuo'er on the ground, and the two looked at each other.

There was a trace of imperceptible anxiety in the boy's eyebrows.

"I said Ye Nuo." He pulled out the broken sword from his waist and put it on his palms.

Ye Siming paid close attention to Gu Nuo'er's expression.

"This broken sword, I regard it as the most precious treasure for thousands of years, and carry it with me."

"But I clearly heard before that you told Yun Linzhou that you almost gave the Broken Sword to him in the antique market, didn't you?"

He raised his head, and there was a complex emotion in his thin eyebrows.

Ye Siming's eyes were slightly red, looking helpless and slightly sad.

His throat rolled twice, and he finally asked the question that had tormented him all day.

"He doesn't want it, it's my turn?"

Gu Nuo'er's eyes widened for a moment, and there was surprise on her pink cheeks.

"Brother Siming, you misunderstood!"

"This broken sword used to follow my grandfather to fight on the battlefield. Although it is broken, it is still very sharp."

"I don't want to bury its existence, so I want to go to the antique market to see if there is a suitable person to entrust it."

"I met Linzhou there. He sat in the carriage and sent someone to ask for it, but I refused."

"If a person doesn't even dare to show his face, he has no sincerity. I wanted to find a reliable owner for Duanjian, so I naturally rejected him!"

The little guy was talking, his little fists clenched: "I didn't give it, it's not that he didn't want it!"

Gu Nuo'er raised her moist eyes, full of grievances: "So brother Siming is angry with me for this?"

When Ye Siming heard this, he realized that he had misunderstood.

He has always been sharp and self-sufficient. Why does he lose his instinctive rational judgment every time he encounters Gu Nuo'er?