Feng Ling's injury, no wonder Leng Ji said it was in an unusual place.
Feng Ye Xuan now finally knew where the injury was.
Seeing Feng Ling clutch her chest, Feng Ye Xuan instinctively moved away from the bed, taking half a step back.
"You despise me?" Feng Ling lowered her head, weeping silently.
"I'm sorry." It wasn't that he despised her, but rather, it was inconvenient to examine a young lady's injury in such a place.
"But you abandoned me, that's a fact." Feng Ling took a deep breath, finally stopping her tears, and looked up at him.
"I know you no longer have me in your heart. Perhaps, I should also come to terms with it and let go."
This look...
Feng Ye Xuan's heart was suddenly tugged.
It was so much like... so much like the image in his heart.
But he couldn't see clearly what the girl in his heart looked like, yet he knew it was this kind of gaze.
Letting go, despair, no longer begging for anything.
A wave of guilt washed over Feng Ye Xuan.
Regardless of anything else, abandoning her for the sake of safely returning Chu Qian Li to the palace was indeed a fact.
And now, she was injured like this.
"Ye Xuan, just tell me honestly, is there no longer anyone else in your heart for me?"
Feng Ling gently pulled her collar, raised her hand, and wiped away her tears.
When she looked at him again, her eyes had gradually turned cold.
"I've been by your side for so long, I've already considered myself yours. I thought you felt the same way about me, at least, you used to."
Feng Ling stopped looking at him, her gaze falling on some unknown corner, her face filled with despair.
"But I think that's all in the past. In this world, there's no such thing as eternal devotion, never has been."
She got off the bed and was about to walk out the door.
"Where are you going?" Feng Ye Xuan didn't want to explain, nor could he explain his feelings for Chu Qian Li.
But towards Feng Ling, there was always an indescribable emotion.
Perhaps, it was certainty and responsibility.
"I should leave." She walked to the door and looked back at him, "It's almost dawn, and you should return to her side and guard her, shouldn't you? Must I continue to wait in this empty room?"
He still didn't speak.
She wished so much that he would say something, that he would never leave again.
But it seemed now, his feelings for Chu Qian Li were deeply rooted, so much so that even Gu techniques and hypnosis were powerless.
His feelings were awakening little by little, reviving step by step.
Now, seeing her in pain, feeling a strange sense of certainty towards her, it was all because of her hypnosis.
Feng Ling suddenly curved her lips and smiled at him.
"I've truly come to my senses. I will never pester you again, nor will I interfere with you two."
She stepped away.
Her departing back was etched into Feng Ye Xuan's eyes.
His head suddenly began to ache violently.
It hurt so much!
It hurt so much that his tall and slender body swayed slightly, almost losing his balance.
Feng Ye Xuan reached out to steady himself on a nearby chair, his face gradually turning pale.
A voice kept echoing in his mind: In this life, you must not fail Feng Ling, absolutely not!
The voice grew louder and louder, eventually enveloping him completely like a demonic chant.
Must not fail Feng Ling, absolutely not... But the person he wanted was not Feng Ling!
Why can't I fail Feng Ling? Why can't I be with that dead woman? Why?
Who exactly injected this cognition into my mind, making me so certain about Feng Ling?
Is there something wrong with my body?
What exactly is the problem?