Huo Jingfeng stared at An Qianmei's innocent face and harmless eyes, a strong sense of disgust rising within him, and he made no effort to hide it from surfacing in his gaze.
"An Qianmei, pretending like this any longer is meaningless." Huo Jingfeng took two steps forward, then stopped, gazing deeply at her. His eyes were sharp, as if trying to pierce through her, making her somewhat nervous inside, but she maintained her composure, appearing calm and unruffled.
"Why should I pretend?" An Qianmei sneered.
"You've gone to such great lengths, done so much, won over so many hearts, isn't it all just to force me to appear?" Huo Jingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, but the movement tugged at his wound.
"Jingfeng, I really want you to come see me, but do you think I have that kind of power?" An Qianmei leaned back against the pillow lightly. "I'm just a weak woman."
