So it was he who had given her such an unsettling feeling.
Feng Yexuan was overcome with guilt.
She was the woman he had sworn in his heart to protect for a lifetime.
Yet now, he had hurt her, made her cry, stripped her of any sense of security, and he didn't even have the thought of comforting her.
Yes, truly, not even the thought.
Why had it come to this?
"Yexuan, have you really changed your heart? Have you fallen for that fickle woman Chu Qianli?"
"I haven't!" Feng Yexuan denied immediately.
But when he heard her call Chu Qianli fickle, the image that flashed through his mind was Chu Qianli tirelessly working to save the people.
Whether Chu Qianli was fickle or not—these past two days, he seemed not to care much about it anymore.
Instead, what lingered in his mind was her wholehearted devotion and tireless effort to help the villagers, unafraid of dirt or exhaustion.
