He was utterly astounded at the bottom of his heart; he never imagined that the young lady would be secretly in love with himself. At the same time, he was a bit puzzled—what sort of luck had he stumbled upon tonight? No, was it romantic luck?
It started with Qing Enna and then Bai Ruguo; both of them unexpectedly showed—expressing their feelings.
Alright, his vanity was a bit satisfied, and he was also a little overwhelmed by the favor, but the problem was, he was about to die now...
Liu Wentian sighed, stroking Bai Ruguo's long hair, wet with her tears. His heart ached unbearably for her.
He looked towards Long Yuanyang and said, "If I die, you must spare her, and you must not allow that idiot to trouble her, remember your own words!!"
As he spoke, he glanced at Feng Kunyue—evidently, that idiot referred to him.
"Damn it, who are you calling an idiot??" Feng Kunyue was so angry that he was grinding his teeth.