"Qingqing, do you really think so?" Feng Cang lowered his head, lifted Murong Qiqi's chin, and stared into her eyes. Those beautiful eyes were calm and composed, showing no jealousy, anger, or any trace of love.
She had no feelings for him at all! Feng Cang's eyes filled with sorrow, and his heart ached. So this was what unrequited love felt like, like trying to reach the red flowers on the tree branches, but they were always out of reach.
Before he met her, he didn't understand what love was. After meeting her, he knew what love was but also tasted the bitterness of falling in love.
"If my withdrawal can allow a loving couple to be together, of course, I will make it happen!"
A faint sadness radiated from Feng Cang, which puzzled Murong Qiqi.
