Feng Jingxuan sat on the sofa, a tenderness flashing through his eyes: "She prefers me more."
Nan Xia bit down on her teeth tightly, barely suppressing her emotions.
So, Feng Jingxuan had always known about her feelings for him.
Indeed.
She had been following him all along, even marrying him shamelessly without regard for her pride. He clearly understood, yet he disregarded her feelings as nothing.
Chen An: "Yes, I heard you two were university classmates. After you became a vegetative state, she did not despise you, and resolutely married you. Such deep affection is truly enviable. Were you together during university? Can you tell us about your love story?"
Nan Xia's lips twitched, knowing that Feng Jingxuan was about to start spinning lies.
He went on the program to craft an image of a man deeply in love, then use the public to find Nan Xia.