Feng Yexuan was completely stiff.
Chu Qianli's accusation continued, "You like Xiaoyao, I can feel it, Yexuan, you don't need to lie to me!"
What exactly are men's hearts made of?
Can someone really change their feelings so quickly?
Perhaps Chu Qianli did not understand herself, she clearly came back as Chu Qianli, but his heart, it really had changed.
"Since I've come back, you've been avoiding me, you seem to not like me at all anymore?"
"I know, I was indeed too cruel to her just now, but who can be tender and soft-hearted towards a rival in love?"
"Maybe, I'm just an ordinary woman who likes you, I have blood and flesh, I can't be so noble and detached! I really only felt this way because I care about you too much, too afraid that you'd be taken away by someone else!"
Chu Qianli turned around, her shoulders trembling slightly, she was obviously crying.
The dead woman had never cried so vulnerably in front of him before.