Feng Wuya, however, didn't speak anymore.
Sitting by the bedside of Chu Qianli, he placed his long fingers on the lapel of her clothing.
He hesitated for a moment.
After all, she was a young lady.
But he had no other choice.
In the end, Feng Wuya turned his face away, steeled his heart, and pulled open Chu Qianli's lapel.
A patch of snow-white skin at her chest was suddenly exposed to the air.
Although he didn't see anything too indecent, for a young lady of this era, the skin at her chest was not meant to be seen by any man other than her husband.
Liujin immediately turned his face away, daring not to take another glance.
Feng Wuya took a deep breath before he lowered his head and tore open his own lapel, in the same manner.
"Liujin, no matter how I react later, do not stop me, or else it will all be for naught!" he exclaimed.
He extended his hand, his fingers grazing across his palm.
The crimson blood instantly flowed out from the wound.