Li Feng, constantly falling, suddenly felt a slight distortion in his consciousness.
Slap.
A crisp sound of a slap landed on his face.
Li Feng opened his eyes in pain and turned to look at the person who slapped him. A familiar, stunningly beautiful face appeared in his sight.
"Jin'er."
Wang Jin'er stared at him angrily: "Don't call me Jin'er, you're not worthy."
Li Feng looked at Wang Jin'er, whose face was filled with disgust, utterly bewildered. In his mind, he couldn't help but ask life's three questions: Where is this? Who am I? What happened?
"We are done, go back to your Zhang Xue. From today on, you and I are strangers, never to interact even until death."
Wang Jin'er said resolutely, abruptly turning her head and leaving.
"Jin'er, what the hell happened?"
Li Feng quickly reached out and grabbed Wang Jin'er's arm, asking insistently.
"Let go of me, didn't you already make your choice?"
"Daddy."
