Thinking of this, Feng Xizi's expression cleared up and she suddenly pushed Mo Zhilan away.
Mo Zhilan, who was lost in longing, was unprepared and immediately frowned after being pushed away by her. Feng Xizi, in front of him, took out pure white silk from his arms and wiped it on his lips.
As if trying to wipe away some deadly poison, the skin on her originally plump lips was scratched in just a few strokes.
"What are you doing!" Mo Zhilan grabbed the silk and threw it aside. He looked at her lips distressedly, and blood was already oozing from her lower lip.
"Dirty." Feng Xizi frowned in disgust and spat out one word.
Mo Zhilan was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what she meant, and explained impatiently: "Zi'er, things are not what you think... Nothing happened between Xuan Qingwu and me!"
"Mo Zhilan, you don't need to explain." Feng Xizi stood there, glanced at the plain silk on the ground, and smiled slightly: "I, Feng Xizi, am not a fool. I can see that it was Mo Nan's scar that day.
Just to make me leave you. I have watched enough of these eight o'clock TV series..."
"Zi'er..." Mo Zhilan knew that Feng Xizi was extremely smart, but he didn't expect that she would see through it from the beginning. But, since she saw through it... "Why do you still want to leave!?"
"Don't you understand? My leaving has nothing to do with you, Xuan Qingwu, or even Mo Nanhen. I left because I finally understood, Mo Zhilan, that we are not suitable to be together. Our identity is
The biggest obstacle between us is that you can't change the fact that you are a prince and an uncle, and I can't change the fact that I am a businesswoman... From the beginning, we were using each other, and I wanted to use it like this.
I believed in you and relied on you, but in the end I realized that it was all in vain..."
The plain white gauze rolled lightly in the breeze, revealing a small word "Purple" embroidered on the corner. Feng Xizi's voice was as erratic as the sky, even with a helpless smile, "I know
You like me, very much, but Mo Zhilan, do you dare to say it? Do you dare to swear to God that you are not with me for the sake of being a wealthy man of the Feng family? Not at all. Do you dare to say it?"
Mo Zhilan looked into Feng Xizi's eyes and couldn't say a single word stuck in his throat. He really wanted to control the Feng family, but this had nothing to do with his love for Feng Xizi... However, why?
, at this moment, he couldn't even express his anger.
Feng Xizi smiled faintly and said softly: "Don't talk about you. Even I don't dare to say that my marriage to you has nothing to do with interests. In the beginning, it was just because you could help the Feng family reach a higher level. I
Only then will I agree to marry you... Therefore, our union, which started with mutual purpose and has ended now, is over."
End... These two words were like a sharp sword, piercing Mo Zhilan's heart... I had never felt like this before, that I was about to truly lose Zi'er.
The woman in front of her, although she was tortured until her beauty faded, was still so pure and proud.
She refused to lie to him, let alone herself...
Mo Zhilan wanted to explain, make amends, confess... He thought of many ways to persuade Feng Xizi, but when he saw Feng Xizi's tightly clenched fingers, he suddenly relaxed.
She was nervous and hesitant - even though she could say such heartless words, Feng Xizi still couldn't let go of him.