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It's more accurate to say that only Nangong Ming was embarrassed, rather than saying that all three of them were in an awkward situation.

He was trying his best to explain, his face as red as a fresh pig liver from a pork stall on West Street.

"I...I never expected that Miss He Wan would fall in love with me at first sight..."

He thought back to that time when they were brought together by the jade pendant. He never expected that it was because of his courage in standing up for her that He Wan fell deeply in love with him.

But he always stood up for Xiao Ran... so why didn't she fall in love with him?

Is Xiao Ran acting strangely? Or has Nangong Ming misunderstood?

"I didn't react for a moment after that, but Miss He Wan thought I had rejected her, so she ran out. I wanted to chase after her, but..."

Nangong Ming suddenly looked confused, his face full of bewilderment.

"I'm not sure about my feelings for her."

Xiao Ran raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this, but was somewhat surprised.

In his past life, Nangong Ming was completely infatuated with He Wan. If it were in his past life, Nangong Ming would definitely not have refused her. But what's going on in this life? Why does everything seem to be going against the original trajectory?

She looked away and poured Nangong Ming a cup of tea. "If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it anymore."

Perhaps he had been thinking for a long time and was a little thirsty, so Nangong Ming drank it all in one gulp. After putting down the teacup, he was still dazed, his mind completely elsewhere.

Suddenly, he felt his hand being pulled up.

Xiao Ran looked at him, then glanced out the window. Wangyue Tower was located in the bustling city center, and the lights outside were on, with vendors calling out their wares incessantly.

"Let's go out for a walk."

Nangong Ming hummed twice and then followed them out of the Wangyue Tower.

Once they had walked a distance, the storyteller's loud voice in the Moon Gazing Tower was finally cut off. Xiao Ran noticed a father and son performing for money not far away and suddenly became interested, so she went over to them.

Nangong Ming seemed equally interested and easily squeezed in. Because Duan Li was nearby, everyone, seeing his sword, instinctively made way for them.

"Ladies and gentlemen, look here!" a burly man with a bare upper body shouted. Perhaps he had just finished performing, as beads of sweat dripped down his honey-colored skin.

"Fellow villagers, after just one round of performances, my old bones are a bit exhausted." He grinned, showing his teeth with an embarrassed expression, and continued, "But please don't worry, watch my little boy! Although he is young, he is exceptionally intelligent, and his skills far surpass mine..."

"He will continue the performance today and will certainly not disappoint you all. If you, the audience, find it excellent, please give us some money to help my son and me through this difficult time. Your kindness would be like giving us a second life, and we would be eternally grateful!"

After saying that, he pushed his youngest son beside him. The son had no emotion on his face, but for some reason he was stubborn and the old father couldn't budge him no matter how many times he pushed.

The old father just smiled and said, "Please excuse my son's shyness, as this is his first time in front of a large audience."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than the boy drew his sword and fiercely stabbed it into the crowd. The crowd immediately retreated, leaving only the old father standing there with an awkward smile.

"Wow! Xiao Ran, did you see that? That man is amazing!" After saying that, Nangong Ming untied his purse and threw some silver coins into the copper basin on the ground.

Duanli watched for a while and only made one comment.

"Too slow."

If it were him, those people wouldn't have had a chance to retreat.

Xiao Ran slapped her forehead, somewhat speechless.

These two men, one complained about having too much money, and the other complained about others' slow swordplay.

Is it possible that this person is just a street performer?