Xiao Cheng's eyes were slightly closed.
The light in his eyes was dark enough to be frightening.
Feng Yun: "I have already defied the heavens and changed my destiny, what more could I want from you?"
Gazing at the storm swirling in Xiao Cheng's eyes, she smiled faintly, her words neither warm nor fiery.
"Though I have never fancied you, I still gave you a chance. Xiao San, it was you who did not cherish... the Feng Shi Er Niang of that year."
Every word was like a needle.
Each needle hit the mark.
Striking right at the throat.
The Feng Shi Er Niang of her girlhood was madly in love with him. This was Xiao Cheng's only comfort...
But even this, Feng Yun was not willing to offer him.
She had overturned everything from before.
The girl who waited loyally for her beloved in Yueya Cang, her bashful and flustered smile, her steps exuberant like a frisky fawn...
Those moments that belonged to them, without Pei Jue's involvement.
She denied them completely.
