"Brother Ye Qi must be heartbroken and hate me, right?"
"Don't overthink it. You know Brother Ye Qi's character. He couldn't bear to hate you," Feng Liyan reached out to wipe her tears, smiling reassuringly.
However, the more he said this, the more Wen Xiao'ai felt upset and guilty.
"Feng Liyan, you don't need to comfort me. I know it all; I'm no longer a kid who knows nothing. Just like me and Jun Moyan—if Jun Moyan were with someone else and didn't want me, I probably wouldn't survive..." Wen Xiao'ai choked out.
She and Jun Moyan have only known each other for less than a year, yet they couldn't bear to part. Ye Qi has loved her for five hundred years—how heavy, how difficult it must be.
And there's Nie Jiuque's thousand years, what should she do...
Jun Moyan tightened his grip on Wen Xiao'ai's hand, as if reassuring her that he would never abandon her.
