“Mind your own business.” Ru Feng’s expression suddenly changed, and she turned to walk away.
Qiu Chi hurried to catch up, noticing her tightly drawn face. “Are you angry?”
“No.”
“Then why is your face so long?”
Ru Feng stopped and looked at him.
“What’s wrong?” Qiu Chi followed her gaze, seeing nothing unusual.
Ru Feng forced a smile, “I want to tell you, not just strong women are unloved; fragile women aren’t loved either.”
Qiu Chi was taken aback by the sudden sadness on her face. Something sharp seemed to pierce his heart, causing a sharp pain.
Ru Feng exhaled and turned to continue walking. Before she could finish her thought, she was embraced in a passionate hug.
Qiu Chi held her tightly from behind. “Xiao Feng, let’s start over! I missed the times you loved me before. Now, I want to make up for it.”
Ru Feng closed her eyes, “Qiu Chi.”
“You’ve only been with Si Tu Qi Feng for ten days. Can that compete with how many years you loved me? Is it possible for you to fall in love with me again?”
His eyes sparkled in the sunlight, and his hands gripped her arms firmly, trembling with anticipation.
Could this man, if he were Si Tu Ru Feng, possibly fall in love?
Ru Feng remembered another man who had asked her, “Ru Feng, if it were me, is it possible for you to fall in love with me?”
A hint of paleness emerged in her smile. She had fallen in love, but what could she do? The connection felt one-sided.
She pushed him away, “I don’t know, but at least now, I won’t.”
Qiu Chi smiled self-deprecatingly and took a deep breath, “But there’s still the future, isn’t there?”
He straightened his back, “Let’s go.”
“Where do you want to go? I’ll take you there. I can’t let a girl with swollen eyes run around the streets.”
Feng laughed; Qiu Chi was indeed not a bad person.
“I’m going to the Situ family, thank you.” She had lost her job and planned to accompany her brothers, as she hadn’t spent time with them since returning.
Qiu Chi’s hand paused but quickly resumed driving.
