Mi Jing didn't deny it; the An Mingyuan from the past indeed deserved Ruan Pianran's deep affection. But the past is the past, and the present is the present. Ruan Pianran, as the person involved, might not be able to distinguish this clearly, but as an observer, Mi Jing saw it very clearly.
"Ruanruan, people change, especially men. Once they turn their back, it's like they become a completely different person!" Mi Jing wasn't trying to be a wet blanket; she wanted to remind Ruan Pianran and didn't want her to get hurt.
"But Mingyuan hasn't changed!"
Ruan Pianran instinctively defended An Mingyuan, almost like it was a reflex. But as soon as she spoke, a wave of uncertainty surged up in her heart, secretly asking herself, has he really not changed?
