Do you still like her now?

At this moment, Cheng Feng felt a dull pain in his heart, and his vision gradually blurred.

He held his breath as he watched Meng Ying leave.

He raised his hand, wanting to grab her hand and stop her from leaving, Hanhan.

But in the end, that hand was still frozen in place.

That feeling of powerlessness and despair surged up again, just like many years ago.

He stood in place for a long time, lost in his soul, until a gust of wind came from somewhere.

The wind was like an ice blade cutting into his skin, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

Then, he drooped his head and walked to Wen Muchu's side in a daze.

Seeing him like this, Lan Xiao didn't say anything. He poured him a cup of hot tea and stuffed it into his hands.

Cheng Feng stiffly sipped the hot tea. The hot liquid slid into his stomach and gradually eased him from the cold.

"What's your plan?" Lan Xiao asked in a low voice.