Feng Yexuan did not respond to Fen Ling's words, he merely cast a detached glance at her through the veil.
Fen Ling's sobbing quieted down.
Even from such a distance, she could sense his indifference towards her.
Even her act of attempting suicide could not stir much emotion in him.
Now, the only bond he had with her under the influence of hypnotism and the poisonous insect technique was his subconscious responsibility towards her?
But that is merely responsibility, not emotion.
Fen Ling clutched the blanket, turned her back to everyone, so that no one would see the panic in her eyes.
Not even suicide worked, what else could she do to regain his heart?
Unbeknownst to her how much time had passed, Feng Yexuan suddenly said blandly, "If you feel unhappy here with me, once you recover in a few days, I will have someone escort you back to Beiming."
"What?" Fen Ling sat up abruptly in shock.
She wanted to say something to him.
But Feng Yexuan had already turned and left.
