Fen Ling fainted, and she remained unconscious for more than half a day.
It wasn't until dusk that she finally woke up.
When she opened her eyes, Feng Yexuan was already seated not far away.
The first thing she saw was his tall, stoic figure.
"Awake?" Feng Yexuan immediately set down his cup and stood up.
"Stay away!" The moment Fen Ling saw him, it was as if she had seen a demon. Instinctively, she tried to retreat to the inner side of the bed.
Feng Yexuan halted, watching her, and a surge of guilt welled up in his heart.
"I'm sorry..."
"Prince, it seems that saying 'I'm sorry' is your favorite thing to do with me." Fen Ling let out a bitter laugh, gripping the quilt tightly and wrapping herself in it.
As if, by his side, there was no sense of safety at all.
That helpless smile, tinged with mockery, etched itself deeply into Feng Yexuan's heart.
It seemed he had no defense against smiles like that.
That girl from the past often smiled like this. He remembered it vividly.
