Gong Simeng and Lin Wanqing stood aside, momentarily stunned by Liu Tingting's words, as if they had been struck by a spell, with a flash of complex, indescribable emotion on their faces, a mix of confusion and surprise.
Soon after, an undeniable joy quietly climbed onto their faces.
Gong Simeng secretly rejoiced in her heart, as if seeing a glimmer of light in the darkness, "Fortunately, it turns out Feiyang and she have no real connection. It seems my persistent efforts weren't in vain—I am Feiyang's only wife."
Lin Wanqing silently thanked Liu Tingting in her heart, "It's really thanks to her that things took such an unexpected turn. Maybe there's still a chance between him and me."
At this moment, a butterfly fluttered past them lightly, feeling out of place in the tense, oppressive atmosphere. The butterfly flapped its colorful, dazzling wings, like a bright star in the dark, particularly conspicuous.
