Qin Yao heard Chen Feng's words and hurriedly sat up, her face turning pale.
"I...I understand, please don't drive me away."
Qin Yao was so frightened that tears swirled in her eyes, but she dared not let them fall.
"Do you know where you went wrong?"
Chen Feng stared at Qin Yao.
"I don't know, you say I'm wrong, then...then I'm wrong, Chen Feng, can you please not be angry?"
Qin Yao tentatively reached out her hand.
Seeing her pathetic appearance, Chen Feng's heart ached, and he sighed, "You shouldn't take your enemy's knife to your neck, it causes me extreme discomfort, because it wasn't yet time for you to do that, do you understand? Moreover, even if I truly were to cripple my cultivation, I couldn't let you commit suicide."
"But I don't want to see you cripple your cultivation and be bullied by them; even if it happened ten or a hundred times more, I think I would still do the same."
Qin Yao said with her head lowered, very firmly.
"You really are..."
