Su Jingfeng reached out his hand and gently helped her tidy up her messy hair. Perhaps it was because she was weak, but her face was pale. Under the moonlight, it was even whiter. His hand, his voice, could not help but become gentler. He was afraid that it would startle her.
"Since you don't love him anymore, then let's get married today. After the wedding night, let him go tomorrow."
"No!" A sharp voice of resistance slapped Su Jingfeng's hand away.
Feng Tianlan subconsciously looked up and saw that Su Jingfeng, who had a gentle expression, had instantly turned cold. He was like a devil that had crawled out of an ice cave. She didn't need to speak or look to feel his coldness and cruelty.
She could deeply feel Yun Yi's emotions, anger, fear, helplessness, and self-blame.
"If that's the case, then I'll bring you to see him and see if I can find your heart back." As he spoke, Su Jingfeng had already stood up.