He seemed to see that figure again, but tonight, her figure appeared very blurry.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see clearly.
"Ling'er," he tried to call, but the girl never turned around.
A vast expanse of white, even her outline was indiscernible, only vaguely could he tell that she was standing in the water.
Why was Ling'er unwilling to respond to him?
Feng Yexuan wanted to step forward, but his feet felt as if they weighed a thousand pounds, unable to move even half a step.
"Yexuan, Yexuan, I am here." A voice sounded by his ear.
His head began to throb violently again.
It hurt so much!
More painful than a knife piercing his body.
It should have been the woman in the lake calling him, this voice clearly belonged to Feng Ling.
But tonight, the voice and the woman in the lake did not overlap, as if the woman was someone else, and the voice was another.
He just couldn't see the woman in the lake clearly, no matter what.
He had clearly confirmed it was Feng Ling before.
But why was it so blurry tonight?
His head hurt so much…
"Yexuan, Yexuan…"
That voice continued to call.
But it seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him.
Suddenly, Feng Yexuan opened his eyes and sat up abruptly.
"Stop blowing!" He waved his hand.
Feng Ling screamed and was swept away by his palm strike, falling heavily to the ground.
There was no light in Feng Yexuan's eyes.
His consciousness was still in a semi-sleep state.
After an unknown amount of time, the feeling of his head splitting apart slowly subsided.
He looked back and saw Feng Ling on the ground, just about to get up, with traces of blood at the corner of her lips.
"Feng Ling…" It seemed he had hurt her again.
But what hurt Feng Ling the most at this moment was that he called her Feng Ling, not Ling'er.
"I am your Ling'er." Although her voice was hoarse and her chest was churning with blood, Feng Ling was still unwilling.
Ling'er and Feng Ling were too far apart.
Feng Yexuan seemed to be in a daze, staring at her blankly, not noticing what he had said or what she had said.
Why did his head suddenly start to ache so violently for no reason?
This rest, instead of relaxing him, left him physically and mentally exhausted.
He got off the bed, walked to her, and reached out his hand.
Feng Ling breathed a sigh of relief; at least he was still willing to be close to her.
In the beginning, he wouldn't even touch her.
Although his heart was wavering, and the蛊 poison and hypnosis were no longer as effective on him, they still had some effect.
Feng Ling reached out and placed her hand in his palm.
But the moment Feng Yexuan touched her, he instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand.
An inexplicable resistance.
"Yexuan!" Feng Ling clearly felt this resistance, and her heart instantly panicked.
"Yexuan, I feel so unwell, I'm hurt." She looked up at him, her gaze distant and pitiful.
Feng Yexuan's heart tightened, and he immediately held her hand and pulled her up.
"I'm sorry!" He had hurt her again.
It was one thing to hurt her, but he was unwilling to help her up.
Wasn't that too much?
"I know…" Feng Ling, supported by him, sat down on a chair.
She took a deep breath before looking up to meet his clear, cold gaze and said hoarsely, "I know you already have someone else in your heart…"
"That's not true!" Feng Yexuan immediately denied.
Feng Ling shook her head, and a crystal tear slid down from the corner of her eye, "It's okay, I can accept it. As long as you still have me in your heart, no matter how many women you like, I… I will accept it."