Liu Zheng heard Yang Jing's words and warmth surged in his heart. He smiled gently, his eyes carrying a hint of confusion, "Yang Jing, why do you pretend to be in pain? Is all of this really just to get my attention?"
Yang Jing's gaze flickered slightly. She bit her lip gently, not sure how to respond. She knew that Liu Zheng, seeing her like this, would undoubtedly be reminded of the past. They had once been so in love, yet now they were strangers. Her heart was filled with memories of the past and regrets for the future.
There seemed to be a flash of realization in Liu Zheng's eyes as he gently helped Yang Jing up, speaking tenderly, "Yang Jing, I know your act of being in pain is just to draw my attention. I also know that your suffering is not just physical, but more a torment of the soul. We both have beautiful memories of the past, but now, everything has changed."
