"Miss, does what your cousin said reflect your thoughts?" Cloud didn't say much, just thought that this matter was just as it seemed, and so she asked her lady.
"No, I genuinely think you should smile more. Otherwise, if the day ever comes when Feng doesn't want you, you'll be in tears." Nangong Beiying picked up a damp towel to wipe her hands, speaking indifferently, revealing no emotion.
"It'd be better if he didn't want me. Then he could find someone willing to give him everything as his wife, which I think is quite good." Cloud felt a pang in her heart—might Feng really stop wanting her?
"Nonsense. In this lifetime, I want no one but you. Dare to think otherwise again and see what happens." Feng's usually cold and emotionless voice was now tinged with the prelude to an impending storm.
"What did you say?" Cloud's face grew colder. Threaten her? Isn't it just a threat? Who can't do that?
