Feng Xing said that although he had had the means to find her, he was very impressed with himself for not doing so. He had thought that as soon as he was able, he would capture Chi Huan from Yue Yang and take her to Paris, to bind her to a bed and torment her until both body and soul were unblocked.
He truly wanted to.
From the moment he realized he was able to free his hands for the task, he thought about it almost every day. Yet, strangely, he resisted the urge every single day.
Because after much thought, he still couldn't find a rationale.
Strictly speaking, all she did was dump him, and she had every right and qualification to do so.
Aside from feeling indignant, hateful, and an increasingly thick sense of... longing, the moment her agent contacted him, that taut nerve in his brain finally snapped audibly, and without thinking, he returned to Lancheng.
"How well she has been doing, this woman."
