A realization flashed through Lu Xining's eyes.
Although she didn't know why Feng Suli was still looking into her after so many years, it was likely related to Zhou Jiawang.
During her three years with the Zhou Family, although she had no worries about food or clothing, her soul felt imprisoned.
The first two years were tolerable, but the third year began.
Every time Feng Suli saw Zhou Jiawang getting a bit closer to her, she would find time to insinuate.
"Don't pine for someone you shouldn't, your status isn't worthy of Zhou Jiawang" and such.
But she misunderstood.
At that time, neither she nor Zhou Jiawang had intentions toward each other.
How could you expect two immature teenagers to understand romantic feelings?
Fu Junhang left the study and went to the guest bedroom downstairs to rest.
His words echoed constantly in Lu Xining's mind.