Those words seemed to provoke Song Yuanxi.
Her fingers curled into a tight fist, and her blank stare focused as she looked at Mei Feng.
Her lips were tightly pursed.
Mei Feng heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that the girl had reacted. She hurriedly walked over, knelt in front of Song Yuanxi and tried to coax her. "Ms. Song, don't forget how your brother died then! Are you really not going to avenge him? Are you really going to let Shen Liangchuan and Qiao Lian live happily ever after? Are you really willing to do that?!" she spoke with much enticement and persuasion.
Was she willing?
Song Yuanxi frowned.
Her eyes were riveted on Mei Feng.
After a moment, she said unhurriedly, "What else can I do?"
A smile flashed across Mei Feng's face. "You're finally talking."
The girl remained expressionless.
Her frail figure made her look as though she might be blown away by the wind at any moment.
