"It's obviously impossible, what exactly am I expecting..."
Her murmuring left the maid momentarily stunned, "What did you say?"
Feng Jinglei came to her senses, pressed her lips together towards the maid, and took the warm water, "Nothing."
After drinking half a cup, she handed the cup back to the maid.
"Miss Feng, should we call a doctor?" The maid, seeing her pale face, couldn't help but express some concern.
Feng Jinglei's voice was weak, "It's okay, I'll be fine after some rest, you can leave."
Seeing her lying on her side, the maid sighed and, unable to help, turned and left.
Time seemed to pass indefinitely as Feng Jinglei lay on the bed, enduring the pain, her eyes drifting to the night outside the window, her mind an endless whirl of thoughts.
What does that Ma Pianpian mean to Qin Feimo? Without Ma Qianqian, would there be another Ma Pianpian? Are the two sisters destined to occupy his heart?
