Lin Qingfeng clung on tenaciously, using all her strength to roar out, "Your Highness, Qingfeng has no regrets. If it can make you happy, I am willing to do anything."
"Including betraying me?" To her, Lin Qingfeng's act of sheltering Fu Xing was a betrayal against her.
"It was the best choice, as you know."
Lin Fu's lips curled into a cold smile, "I would rather die on the throne, or on the thorny path leading to it, but I will never…" Her words were cut short as the erect figure of someone appeared behind her unnoticed.
Lin Fu turned around and met Fu Xing's gaze.
A sudden pang hit her heart, and the rage, the frostiness, the disdain that filled her just seconds before turned sour when faced with Fu Xing's profound, painful, lingering, and tender gaze.
A sharp pain throbbed inside her, filling her with bitterness.
"Ah Foo!" Fu Xing murmured softly, staring fixedly at her as he stepped forward.
"Stop right there!"
