For several moments, Wu Ling sat stunned. His mouth hung open like a fish caught on a line and he tried to speak but no words came. He wanted to help, to offer comfort, to ease the hurt that felt so horribly raw from Su Xiang but, for once, he didn't know how.
He wanted to reach out, to offer a hug but as soon as he started to move, Su Xiang flinched back, freezing him in his tracks.
"She succeeded, you know," Su Xiang added. "I don't think that Cousin Yao will ever have to worry about Fang Lin's intentions again now that he's so thoroughly wrapped around Hua Qianhu's finger."
"What?" Wu Ling said, utterly confused by her statement. "That doesn't make any sense. All of that was just an act. It was part of the disguise."