"Feng Yao is kind to everyone, but what about you..." Qin'er curled her lips, it was hard to describe.
Feng Ruohen looked at her with squinted eyes, with an expression that said, "I won't let you go until I tell you."
I thought that I couldn't defeat him, so I thought about it silently in my heart, and then said cautiously, "I'm not saying that you are not good to others, it's just that you are too indifferent."
Indifference, Feng Ruohen has long been accustomed to this word.
After speaking bravely, she unconsciously looked sideways at him.
Perhaps because of the close distance, she seemed to see an emotion similar to loss in his eyes.
Before Qin'er could react, the expression flashed across her face, making people think it was an illusion. Feng Ruohen asked, "Are you afraid of me?"
She nodded honestly and without hesitation. Under the prince's calm exterior, he almost felt internal injuries.
Perhaps it was the night that really captivated people's hearts, and Qin'er now said all the words that she usually didn't dare to say.
She said, "Actually, I saw you on the first day I returned to Fengdu. That day you came out of the palace on horseback, dressed in plain black, followed by an elite army. You were just like you... cold-blooded and ruthless."
It was also at that time that she was sure that if she went to him and confronted him like this, he would not be so easy to talk to.
"So you went out of your way to get close to me?" There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Another meaning is that he is mocking this woman mercilessly, and that after all his efforts, he is doing useless work.
Qin'er had long been accustomed to his indifferent attitude and harsh tone, and followed his words and asked gently, "If I come to you at that time, will you really let Feng Yao go?"
She still didn't believe what he said that day.
If he really would let people go, why would he imprison them?
Without waiting for Feng Ruohen to answer, Qin'er said quickly, "Actually, if you let him go, he won't come to me again. Everything is different."
After saying this, she felt sad secretly.
He opened his thin lips slightly, and for the first time he felt the desire to comfort this woman, but found that he was also a player in the game, the one who forced this chess game to a dead end.
No one had ever taught him that feelings cannot be forced.
At first he tolerated, but now he plunders, but facing this woman, he has nothing to do.