This injury of Fen Ling, no wonder Leng Ji said it was in an unusual place.
Feng Yexuan now finally knows where the injury is.
Seeing Fen Ling clutch her heart, Feng Yexuan instinctively got off the bed and stepped back.
"Are you disgusted by me?" Fen Ling lowered her head, silently shedding tears.
"I'm sorry." He wasn't disgusted, it's just that for a young lady to be injured in such a place, it indeed wasn't convenient to check.
"But you abandoned me, that's a fact." Fen Ling took a deep breath, finally stopped crying, raised her head, and looked at him.
"I know you no longer have me in your heart, maybe I should come to terms with it and let go."
That look in her eyes...
Feng Yexuan felt a sudden wrench in his heart.
It was very much like... very much like the image in his heart.
But he couldn't see clearly what the girl in his heart looked like, yet he knew it was that kind of look.
Letting go, despair, no longer asking for anything.
