"Ugh..."
Fen Ling fell heavily onto the Purple Fragrant Orchid bushes, opening her mouth to spit out a mouthful of turbid blood.
Her breathing was erratic, and she couldn't utter a word, yet her gaze remained fixed on Feng Yexuan.
Feng Yexuan's eyes were icy cold, unwilling to spare her another glance, and he took a step to follow Chu Qianli.
Fen Ling clenched her palms tightly, summoning all her strength, and rasped out, "Forcing... to keep her... by your side... isn't... a good thing for her—ugh..."
She spat several mouthfuls of blood in the midst of speaking.
This hoarse and stubborn voice somewhat resembled Chu Qianli's.
Though Feng Yexuan knew it wasn't, the resemblance made him involuntarily pause and turn back for a glance.
Fen Ling lay in the midst of the Purple Fragrant Orchids, her slight frame slightly trembling in the wind.
Yet her face remained impassive, unwilling to yield even when injured.
This feeling...