Feng Xi, why are you wearing such... Um... Such fancy clothes, like a butterfly?
Mo Qing, I like you, do you like me? Feng Xi asked playfully, unable to tell whether it was true or not.
Xiao Moqing, you still choose to leave after all. Feng Xi lowered her head to hide her low tears.
I'm sorry, from the time I was sent as a hostage, I swore that I would go back, even if it was necessary. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'
Zhuo Hua looked at the dying Feng Xi and secretly clenched his fists. I will definitely save you, no matter what the cost.