Wei Chengfeng gave her a sidelong glance, his expression somewhat indifferent, but more accurately, it was tinged with a sense of chilling detachment.
"So, you really have to stab at my heart for you to feel comfortable, is that it?"
Su Li paused in her actions, then smiled and said, "Oh, I forgot, Qiao Ling is indeed your soft spot. It was inappropriate of me to say that. I apologize."
Wei Chengfeng frowned, "You know that's not what I meant."
Su Li raised her hand, saying, "No need to explain; I understand."
What didn't she understand?
In the past, his deep-rooted feelings for Qiao Ling were apparent to her, and although their relationship had somewhat crumbled now, emotions were similar to sickness.
