Upon hearing the news that Fen Ling was feeling unwell, a trace of worry appeared in Feng Yexuan's eyes.
This signal stabbed deep into Chu Qianli's heart, like a dagger cruelly twisting within.
The Poisonous Insect Poison had merely altered his memories, making him forget her completely.
But it couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't develop feelings for Fen Ling.
His concern for Fen Ling now, feared to be genuine.
He's fallen for Fen Ling, hasn't he?
Chu Qianli lowered her head and stared at her fingertips. Her fingers stiffened, just like her heart, cold and rigid to the point even she despised it.
But she couldn't allow her heart to soften.
She alone knew that if she let herself waver, she would live a life worse than death.
The agony of unrequited love—those who haven't experienced it will never understand.
She would rather believe that she didn't love Feng Yexuan.
She could only tell herself that she no longer loved him, had long stopped loving him.
