Leng Ji asked himself, he was not a man gifted with words.
Those words were from the bottom of his heart.
They had been stifled within him for too long, to the point where he felt suffocated if he did not speak out.
Chu Qianli still said nothing.
She was not adept at expressing herself either.
More often, she preferred to bury her feelings deep within her heart.
Was it precisely because of this that she had missed out on so much?
But in her heart, there were always a few thorns, and even before Feng Yexuan went to save Fu Ning this time, those thorns had been piercing sharply into her heart.
It was not until she witnessed with her own eyes his self-sacrifice in order to save her maid,
and saw him lying lifelessly upon the bed,
that the thorns in her heart began to soften, fade, and almost vanish to the point of being invisible.
"Princess…"
"I understand what you mean, let's wait until he wakes up to discuss anything," she said.