Even if he treated her well, she couldn't see it; she only thought about eloping with another man, leaving him behind. Since that was the case, he would never be good to her again.
"Power?" Mi Yao scoffed twice. "Feng Yueming, this is how you've always been between us—it's all about you bestowing and me receiving. Have I ever had any power? Have you ever asked about my feelings?"
He believed that he treated her well, but she couldn't feel it. He didn't know if the problem was with his approach or if they both were unwilling to communicate. They had already been walking further and further down opposing paths.
"Your feelings? Is it that you want to elope with Ma Luosong and expect me to bless your union?" Feng Yueming laughed, revealing his grimly white teeth. "Don't test my patience any further; otherwise, Ma Luosong really will run out of breath."
Ma Luosong...
Mi Yao gently closed her eyes.
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