“Ya!” The female fans screamed. The television station, seeing the news value, immediately decided to extend the program.
“Fate has made my love for you a taboo, not accepted by the world. You are my sister, bound by blood like a shackle you can’t escape, can’t my love save you? Tell me, are these rules really that important? To abide by the world’s established norms, must I abandon this deep love and pursue a conventional romance?”
Ya, you shouldn’t say it! You’ve actually gone public with it! Ye Feng Hua clutched her chest, the pain making it hard to breathe. By doing this, the world will despise you, they won’t understand, you’ve ruined everything!
“Tell me, do you still love him?” asked Ying Chen lightly.
The entire martial arts hall erupted. Feng Jian Ya’s confession was like a bomb thrown into the world.
The fans’ reactions varied. “How despicable!” “He loves his sister!” “Ya is so pitiful!”
The reporter quickly jotted down the headline in his notepad. “The Forbidden Love of a Popular Singer.” “A Painful Soul Cries Out—I Love You!”
“Ye Feng, I love you,” Ya Ye softly uttered this name, carrying his boundless love. “I’ve already decided not to sing anymore. Meaningless songs cannot bring you happiness. I will wait in some corner of the world for the day we might reunite. On that day, I will still tell you, I love you!”
“Stop it, Ya Ye!” She rushed forward and turned off the TV. “Why do I have to hear this from the eternal servant?”
A trace of pain flashed across the servant’s face. “I just wanted to bet on whether you love me even a little. Turns out, I don’t even have a 1% chance of winning.”
Feng looked at the servant, unsure how to respond.
“Ya Ye has given up everything for you. Except for you, he has nothing. Ye Feng, go find him. As long as both of you feel happy, that’s all that matters.” He opened the door, “You will definitely be happy with Ya Ye!”
“Thank you, servant.” She quickly kissed him and ran out.
The concert ended. Everyone got into the special vehicles from the safe passage, leaving the auditorium. Who knew that the fans, journalists, and guards, accustomed to the chaotic noise, still noticed them.
“Explain, Ya Ye!”
