In order to avoid giving Feng Ze any hope, she had to be cruel and said: "Since you have woken up now, it is inconvenient for me to stay here longer. Feng Ze, you are seriously injured and need a good rest, so I will say my goodbye first."
Zhao Ling carried her medicine box on her back and resolutely turned around and walked out of the door.
"Ling, no matter what, my heart for you will not change, and no matter what the outcome is, I will not regret it."
When she was about to step out the door, Fengze's low and stubborn voice came from behind.
Zhao Ling's footsteps stagnated, she stopped, looked back at him, and whispered helplessly, "Fengze, what's the trouble with you?"
Feng Ze laughed at himself, but his face was full of bitterness. He stared at Zhao Ling strongly, and asked in a low voice, "Ling, if... if at that time, you and King Xuan didn't marry, would you accept my regards?"
