Feng Rong's feelings

A knock on the door drew Feng Rong's and her mother's attention, and they turned to look at it.

"Come in," Feng Rong's mother said as she released Feng Rong from her embrace.

The door opened and a middle-aged man in a red robe entered the room, but he frowned as his gaze was drawn to Feng Rong's year-stained face.

"What happened?"

But Feng Rong shook her head and quickly wiped her tears away, "Nothing."

The middle-aged man's expression softened, and he sighed slightly before sitting beside Feng Rong and patting her on the head.

"I understand what's going through your head. But you're aware of your future, right? Our clan has placed far too much trust in you, and you are aware that the higher-ups from the upper world are also keeping an eye on you."

"That boy may have saved you, and we are grateful, and we would go to any length to make him happy. However, your future may not be with him."

Feng Rong closed her eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of her eyes.