“My parents treated you well, yet you repaid their kindness by murdering them.” Feng Yan walked up to the scarred man step by step, crouched down, and grabbed him by the collar. The hatred in his eyes threatened to consume him. “You thought that putting my grandfather under surveillance would let you control the Feng family? You thought taking Xinxin hostage would give you leverage over me? You're too naive.”
Seeing Feng Yan's bloodshot eyes, the scarred man was finally afraid. Trembling, he said, “Feng Yan, please… don't kill me. I was wrong. I shouldn't have touched your family or your woman…”
“Look, the scenery here is so beautiful. Doesn't it look like spring at the entrance to the old alley?”
Feng Yan leaned closer and followed the direction she was pointing. A tender light filled his eyes. “It does. When we have time this weekend, I'll take you somewhere. The scenery there is even more beautiful than in a painting.”
With a paper kite as witness and the passing years as matchmaker, his long-delayed love was finally entrusted to her with betrothal gifts.
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