For them, it ended before it had even begun. In her heart, he might as well have not existed; perhaps she had forgotten him entirely. At this thought, Zhuge Feng's heart brimmed with bitterness and acidity. Were it not for the events that followed, he and Lin Mengjie might never have crossed paths again.
"Hahaha, I never would have guessed, Zhuge Feng, that you're such a hopeless romantic," Li Wanying burst out laughing, interrupting Zhuge Feng. She had never imagined another man in this world could be as foolishly devoted as she was.
"Li Wanying, shut your mouth! You're not even worthy to carry Jiejie's shoes," Zhuge Feng snapped back to reality from his reminiscence. His palm swept towards Li Wanying. A sharp pain shot through her, and she spat out another mouthful of blood.
