Gu Nanyi wrapped Feng Zhiwei into his embrace and said coldly: "Move, impediment."
Ning Yi stepped back and leaned against a pillar. He looked into Feng Zhiwei's face and suddenly felt that any explanation was unnecessary.
His words would not change her mind and what she thought of him whether good or ill.
He waited for Feng Zhiwei to speak. A smart person like her would definitely understand that his calculation had been without flaw; if the accidents in the end had not occurred, he would definitely have been able to save her.
But Feng Zhiwei did not meet Ning Yi's gaze and rather turned obediently towards Gu Nanyi, lazily lying in his embrace.
Ning Yi's face fell. The sun had set, and he could only smile bitterly, unmoving.
He did not know —
It was only after Feng Zhiwei turned towards Gu Nanyi that she allowed her pain to surface.
Her hand pressed gently against her waist. Under the red crabapple, blood flowed quietly.