Zhuge Feng swept his robe, locked the door, and strode away. "Jiejie, don't worry. I will definitely wake you up. No matter what the person behind the scenes is planning, I won't let them get away with it."
"Jiejie, you foolish girl, when that person came to you years ago, did they threaten you with our girl's life, forcing you to compromise? Such a significant matter—why wouldn't you tell me? Why bear it all alone?"
"Jiejie, is it because I don't truly exist in your heart that you didn't wish to tell me? Oh..." Zhuge Feng sighed deeply, his hands gently caressing Lin Mengjie's face. His expression was tender, yet also filled with hurt.
Silence. Silence all around. Nothing but silence. Zhuge Feng habitually touched Lin Mengjie's face, gazing at her with love. After a long while, he reluctantly let go.
