"Yexuan, I'm not angry anymore. Let's reconcile, shall we?"
At this moment, Fen Ling was genuinely afraid.
Feng Yexuan's pensive expression made her lose confidence in her hypnotism.
The feelings Feng Yexuan held for Chu Qianli, which she had suppressed with poisonous insect poison and illusion techniques — could it be that they're about to break free?
How genuine could a man's affection be for a woman who disobeyed and refused to conform?
Why, after suppressing it for so long, was there still a chance for it to reignite?
"Yexuan," this time, she mustered the courage, risking being pushed away again, and tightly held his hand.
"Yexuan, we still don't know what's wrong with your body. The Imperial Physicians must already be on their way. Don't worry; before they arrive, I'll stay by your side."
"You'll be fine. No matter what happens, we'll face it together, alright?"
Feng Yexuan's attention drifted back to her face.
