President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

Leng Yan raised his hand and put it down again.

He felt that it was not advisable to wake Feng Yin up.

If Feng Yin knew about Leng Yan's thoughts now, he might never forgive him!

"I'm sorry... Leng Yan, I'm sorry for you..."

Suddenly, Feng Yin shouted in a daze, and Leng Yan dropped the pill in his hand on the bed, lowered his head, and was stunned for a moment.

The corners of her eyes were wet, her expression was sad, she said sorry, and trembled hoarsely.Even Leng Yan's heart ached.

"...Why do you say sorry?"

Frowning coldly, she thought of something related to Song Ziheng.

As soon as she thought that she and Song Ziheng had a secret from him, Leng Yan's heart sank to the bottom, and it was difficult to breathe.

He doesn't want to hear sorry!
"I'm just sorry for you... I'm really sorry..." Feng Yin at this moment was her in her last life before she was dying. Before she died, she felt that the only person she was sorry for was Leng Yan.

Although he used her, she also made a deal with him for her own purposes.

From the beginning to the end, Leng Yan never harmed her, but she deliberately spread his illness and told Song Ziheng many secrets of the Leng family.

Leng Yan was seriously ill in the later stage, and she couldn't get rid of her relationship.

"Is it because of Song Ziheng?" Leng Yan frowned, and slowly moved away the hand that had landed on her face before.

Why do you care so much about that answer?
This is not his style.

Feng Yin, who was burning in a daze, nodded without hesitation.

This simple movement seemed like countless invisible needles piercing into the weakest point of his heart from all directions at the same time.

Leng Yan took a deep breath, however, the surrounding air was still pitifully thin.

He shouldn't feel this way.

Even if you want to get along with her as a boyfriend and girlfriend, it shouldn't be like this.

"Song Ziheng is a bastard, I shouldn't have believed him to hurt you...I shouldn't have betrayed you again and again...I..."

Feng Yin cried again and again in the nightmare, and the fear, trance, and unreality since his rebirth were all released at this moment.

She was always afraid that after falling asleep in a trance in this life, she would wake up with the nightmare of the previous life.

She was locked in the dark dungeon, and no one could find her, counting the blood dripping from her chest, and fantasizing about a future that would never come again.

"Cold Flame..."

She cried and raised her hand, wanting to hold his hand.

Leng Yan's face was covered with frost, and his body retreated slowly.

Are her tears for Song Ziheng?
Missing Song Ziheng even when she was sick... Oh, she really cares about Song Ziheng!

Then what he said and did to him before here is all pretending!

Feng Yin, Feng Yin, it's just an illness, you've been exposed!

"Leng Yan... where are you... did you hear me?"

Feng Yin persevered in wanting to grab his hand, tears wet the pillow, she was so strong and fearless in the daytime, she was even a little flaming, her little face was burning red at this time, she looked pitiful and cute.

Leng Yan knew that he should leave at this moment, but he told himself again, just this time, if he didn't know as much as her, he should pay back Leng Qing who bullied her before.

After all, the Leng family owed her, so it's fine for him to come and pay.

"I'm here."

The cool and waveless sound brought the temperature down to freezing point.

He gently held her waving hand, holding it softly in the palm, with slender fingers, white and tender back, fingertips were slightly cool, but what penetrated into his body was a warm itchy feeling.

This feeling was strange and strong, and he knew that he shouldn't be soft-hearted just now!