"She didn't want to make you sad."
Long Xinghe didn't respond to the question, but Murong Yu provided an answer to Feng Wuya.
"The only ones who could poison you are either top-tier poison experts or someone close to you."
"And among those close to you, only Tie Xin, and those like Granny Wen Ni and myself, who have been with you for many years, would have the opportunity."
"But regardless of who among us it might be, it would still hurt you."
Feng Wuya glanced at Murong Yu, then turned back to look at Long Xinghe, "In your eyes, am I such a fragile person who can't handle even a little bit of hurt?"
"It's not that you're too fragile, it's that I like you too much and can't bear to see you suffer even the slightest injustice."
Nobody could have anticipated that Long Xinghe's words, seemingly a declaration of love, would come out so effortlessly.
So, although Feng Wuya had felt somewhat suffocated just moments ago, his mood now grew complex.
