"What is happening again? Why do I feel my heart is sour and like it's splitting with pain?"
"Facing Beiming Xue, I felt passionate. Now facing Ouyang Feiting, I feel heartache. Each feeling is so vivid yet elusive."
"What kind of feeling is this? Why have I read so many ancient books, yet none can give me an answer? Even my master never told me, what kind of divine technique do women have?"
Wang Yan stood there dumbfounded, constantly looking at Beiming Xue and then at Ouyang Feiting, his heart in turmoil, with countless thoughts flooding his mind, yet he couldn't sort them out clearly.
Inside Ouyang Feiting, a pain as tearing as this arose. She was born strong, never admitting defeat for what she desired, yet today, she was acting out of character.
Since she saw that Wang Yan had chosen Beiming Xue, she had decided to leave.
