Feng Yexuan ultimately seemed to have gained Fen Ling's forgiveness, yet also seemed not to.
This constant sense of uncertainty left him feeling deeply unsettled.
Most crucial of all was the look she gave him—the faint smile at the corner of her lips—that felt far too familiar.
Because it felt familiar, it only deepened his sense of guilt.
So much so that, by nightfall that day, his mood turned particularly sour upon seeing Chu Qianli.
"What's with the cold face? Did I offend you again?" Chu Qianli hadn't finished her tasks yet—having prepared a pile of medicine, she was ready to head to the critical patients' ward.
Feng Yexuan didn't utter a word, not even sparing her a glance.
It was precisely because of this woman that his relationship with Fen Ling had grown increasingly complicated and frosty.
Over the past couple of days, he didn't know what was wrong with him, but his thoughts kept drifting to her, inadvertently neglecting Fen Ling in the process.
