Mi Yao's mind was in chaos. She was set to leave tomorrow, yet at this critical moment, he took the initiative to confess.
And could a man like him also have "no choice"?
"You are the Commander of Z country, isn't there anyone who dares to force you to do something you don't like?" Mi Yao asked timidly.
Feng Yueming curled his lips, "It's cold at the top; the higher I stand, the more people there are who want to harm me."
When he said this, there was a hint of self-mockery, helplessness, and fatigue. Mi Yao felt as if her heart was stung severely.
For some reason, she couldn't bear to see him show this kind of sentimental emotion, because it made her heart ache.
She would rather he always be the arrogant and insurmountable Commander Feng.
"Mi Yao, no matter what you've seen or heard, do not believe it. You only need to believe me, my heart beats because of you." Feng Yueming pressed her small hand firmly against his heart.