Meng Ying had never been able to forget Cheng Feng, and now she was being abused by west wind.
Now that she saw that Cheng Feng was still thinking about her and still loved her, even willing to lose his life for her, she could no longer pretend.
She bit her lip and cried until her voice was hoarse."I love you, I've always loved you. Although she hated him, she still loved him. Cheng Feng, why didn't you come to find me earlier? Why didn't you pull me out of the fire pit earlier?"
"It's my fault, it's all my fault. Meng Ying, I'm really wrong. "As long as you forgive me, I'll slowly make up for your Hanhan in the future." Cheng Feng was ecstatic. He didn't expect that miss LAN had guessed it right. Meng Ying really still loved him.
He was so happy that he held Meng Ying's hand and trembled.
Meng Ying pounced on him and held him in her arms. She did not notice that Cheng Feng had lost so much blood. How could his voice still be so weak?
