"You're ignoring Mi Yao."
"Mi Yao is useless, a fallen noble lady, and now there's another label, in your words, the daughter of a maid, low status. But none of you realized that in the end, it was she who saved you, huh, how ironic that is."
"And also, I think I can understand you. You were anxious watching Mi Yao and me dating, weren't you? That's why you did something so extreme tonight. You wanted to destroy us. But this love triangle we're in is bound together. Ruining us is self-destructive. Congratulations, now Yaoyao must be thinking in her heart, loving you is the thing she regrets the most in her life."
After saying that, Huangfu Jianchen left.
The room was left with Feng Yueming alone, who stood frozen in place for several minutes. Then he moved, reaching out to cover his heart.
It hurt so much here.
Like a knife had been inserted and stirred around, turning his insides to mush, pain piercing through his heart.
