Behind the screen, Feng Yexuan's stubborn figure was still visible.
This figure, clearly injured and barely conscious, yet still kneeling erectly.
How stubborn!
A stifled anger rose in her heart, nearly causing her to vomit blood.
Nanny Cui was anxious and, supporting her, turned to glare at the figure beyond the screen, softly persuading, "Prince, just say a word to the Master, that in future… in the future, you will never let Chu Qianli hurt you again, all right?"
Feng Yexuan said nothing, his mouth full of the taste of blood, but his face remained expressionless.
"Prince, the body and skin received from one's parents, when you are hurt by Chu Qianli, she may not care, but it's the Master who feels the pain!"
Still, Feng Yexuan remained silent.
But the palm hidden within his sleeve slowly clenched.
Did the wretched woman who hurt him really not feel any heartache?
Did she completely erase him from her heart?
