Jiu Ling was left dumbfounded by this... Just how many romantic debts had Rafael incurred out there! Yet, what a couple needed most was sincerity, wasn't it? Yet she couldn't let go of Feng Yi's matter.
"I... I don't mind these things," Jiu Ling said softly, turning away her pretty face, after all, under the imperial rule of Saudi, the enslavement system categorized people into different classes, and having multiple wives and concubines was the norm, even though she came from an aristocratic family of the National Congress.
Feng Yi was stunned too. Was this even a thing? As half a loaf, his days were numbered, and eventually, Feng Yi expressed his helplessness, "I'm sorry, Jiu Ling, I can't promise you anything."
"Why." Jiu Ling thought she understood Feng Yi well, he wasn't a frivolous person.
"Because... I'm going to a very distant place, I might never come back, so forget me."