But she could deceive others, not herself...
That suffocating, anxious emotion would always surge out from time to time, leaving her in unbearable pain.
Clearly, she loved him deeply, yet she couldn't touch him.
Clearly, he was smiling, yet it felt as though she could never enter his heart.
Even if they were embracing, their hearts remained so far apart.
And this peculiar feeling—she alone in this world knew it.
Even if she told others, they couldn't truly understand or empathize.
"Sister-in-law, you've lost so much weight..." Feng Yun rummaged through her memories of Puyang Yi, the carefree figure with a smile as radiant as flowers. That stark change filled her with great sorrow.
"If you're unhappy about anything, speak it out. Don't keep it bottled up inside."
"Nothing at all." Puyang Yi denied again, her gaze lowered, her face seemingly calm, but the tremble of her lashes revealed traces of unease.
