Xia Xinrou sighed secretly in her heart, turned around, took out the tissue and handed it to Bai Lu.
"Xinrou, you are on my side, right?" Bai Lu asked with a choked voice, her red eyes staring closely at Xia Xinrou.
Xia Xinrou smiled slightly and replied, "If it's about Brother Yan's happiness, I'm on his side. So, don't I advise you to let go?"
"But……"
"It doesn't matter if you can't figure it out now. In short, what's yours is yours, not yours. Even if you risk your life, it's not yours. Xiaolu, why bother?"
Xia Xinrou thought, if Feng Yan really has any thoughts about Bai Lu, why wait until now?
Su Hanyan has not been heard from for almost five years, and Feng Yan...
She didn't dare to think any further, because for the Feng family, those days a few years ago were definitely dark.
She will never forget that winter in Kyoto, when it snowed the most in history.
Fengyan, who had just recovered from a serious illness, stood under the tall eight-layered cherry trees in Fengzhai. His soul seemed to have left his body with someone.
He was wearing very thin clothes, thin trousers and a thin white shirt.
It was such a cold day, but he seemed not to notice it.
He didn't allow anyone to get close to him. The snow was falling harder and harder, and the branches were piled with snow, which creaked with the cold wind.
The sky above Fengzhai seemed to be lingering with death-like coldness and silence.
The winter wind blew the snowflakes away wantonly, adding a bit of chill to the bones. Soon, Feng Yan's hair and clothes were covered with a layer of pure white.
But he still stood there motionless, as if he was petrified.
No one in the Feng family stood up, because they all knew that Feng Yan was saying goodbye to his love for the last time.
And he made that decision just to prevent the Fantasy Alliance from pursuing Su Hanyan and her family.
A life without love!
This was probably the only thing Feng Yan did for Su Hanyan in the end.
For three whole days, Feng Yan stood in that position, neither eating nor drinking, motionless.
And she stood under the corridor, staring at his back, with tears streaming down her face.
Three days later, Feng Yan went to the punishment center of the Fantasy League and accepted the punishment according to family rules.
At that moment, she really hated Su Hanyan because that woman hurt Feng Yan so much, yet she could still make Feng Yan fall deeply in love with her.
To forget a woman who has long been integrated into the blood, carved into the bones, and grown in the heart, no one can bear the pain for Feng Yan.
When Feng Yan accepted the punishment, he truly experienced another life worse than death.
"Oh my God! Miss Bai, Miss Bai...how are you?" Suddenly, the ward door was pushed open by Bai Lu's assistant Yuanyuan.
She hurried in, muttering, "Why didn't you inform me earlier? You worried me to death. What if this left any scars? On the way, my agent called me..."
Bai Lu frowned slightly and waved her hand, "What are you doing?"
Yuanyuan stopped in her tracks when she yelled at her, and nodded politely to Xia Xinrou, "Hello, Miss Xia, thank you for coming to accompany our Miss Bai."
"Okay, okay, go and prepare something to eat for your Miss Bai. Don't get anything with soy sauce, for fear of leaving any traces on your skin." Xia Xinrou said.
"On the way here, I went to the hotel to order a meal, which is Miss Bai's favorite." Yuanyuan put the bag in her hand on the bedside table, "I bought yours too, Miss Xia."