Feng Yangyang's pained expression touched a chord deep within Gu Zhichuan's heart.
Yet Wen Yanqing mocked lightly, "That's right, standing by the fire, didn't you feel the danger?"
Lin Gantang stepped out from Wen Yanqing's embrace and stood tightly beside him, asking pointedly, "And besides, was it her heart?"
Feng Yangyang could hardly keep it together.
Yes, it wasn't her heart, it belonged to Ruan Ning.
Feng Yangyang covered her chest where her heart was chaotically beating and her lips turned even paler.
"But the love I feel for you is my own, it belongs to me, Feng Yangyang," she said plaintively as she grabbed onto Gu Zhichuan's sleeve. "I'm jealous that Xing You could be liked by your parents, jealous that she could pursue you openly and honestly, so why must my love only be hidden in my heart?"
