"I won't ask anything else. I just want to ask you one question: do you still love him?" Lu Youyuan looked at her, "I want to hear the truth from you."
"I don't love him anymore."
"I think you're lying."
Long Fengxi asked, "Then how do you want me to answer? Would you feel more comfortable if I said I still love him?"
"I just want to hear your honest answer."
Long Fengxi looked at him, didn't speak, and walked away, releasing his hand.
"Feng Xi..."
At this moment, Long Fengxi was in no mood to talk about these things. Her brother was, at best, still alive; but honestly, he was as good as dead in the mortal world. He comfort wasn't on discussing her personal feelings; her mind felt like it was about to explode.
"You already know." Long Fengxi sat down by the bed side, "You Yuan, why do you still ask me if you already know?"
"I want to be sure that what I know matches your true feelings. Please tell me," he said with utmost seriousness.
