Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 1341 - 1340: For the Greater Good, What Does My Sacr

Fen Ling fainted, and she remained unconscious for more than half a day.

It wasn’t until dusk that she finally woke up.

When she opened her eyes, Feng Yexuan was already seated not far away.

The first thing she saw was his tall, stoic figure.

"Awake?" Feng Yexuan imdiately set down his cup and stood up.

"Stay away!" The mont Fen Ling saw him, it was as if she had seen a demon. Instinctively, she tried to retreat to the inner side of the bed.

Feng Yexuan halted, watching her, and a surge of guilt welled up in his heart.

"I’m sorry..."

"Prince, it seems that saying ’I’m sorry’ is your favorite thing to do with ." Fen Ling let out a bitter laugh, gripping the quilt tightly and wrapping herself in it.

As if, by his side, there was no sense of safety at all.

That helpless smile, tinged with mockery, etched itself deeply into Feng Yexuan’s heart.

It seed he had no defense against smiles like that.

That girl from the past often smiled like this. He rembered it vividly.

Whenever he hurt her, she would smile just the sa.

Clearly, she felt imnse sorrow, but she didn’t like crying; she’d rather smile.

Even if that smile was cold and pierced to the bone.

Feng Yexuan was montarily stunned.

Until today, he had even doubted whether the woman in his heart was truly Fen Ling, feeling inexplicably shaken.

But now, seeing Fen Ling’s smile, in an instant, his suspicions dissipated.

Yes, it was indeed that type of smile—chilling, disdainful.

He said nothing.

Fen Ling almost couldn’t stop herself from speaking again.

But she clenched her palms tightly, gripping with all her strength.

She couldn’t afford to be as impulsive as she had been recently. He was already suspicious, already doubting whether she was the woman he truly loved.

These past two days, she had been too hasty, forgetting that she was rely a substitute, standing in for Chu Qianli in his heart.

Only after the strike Feng Yexuan dealt her today did she finally awaken to the reality of it all.

The one he loved was Chu Qianli, not her—Fen Ling.

The woman he claid as his was also Chu Qianli, still not her—Fen Ling.

His current affection toward her was nothing more than the result of her hypnotism and the curse placed on him by the Master.

But his unusual behavior over the past two days made one thing clear—he remained bound by his true thoughts and feelings.

Now, the only way to change him, to make him firr in his resolve, was through one thod alone: imitation of Chu Qianli!

Even though she utterly despised that wretched woman.

But Feng Yexuan was just fixated on her—he was infatuated with that essence Chu Qianli possessed!

Fen Ling closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and when she opened them again to look at him, her gaze was devoid of any ripples of emotion.

"Leave." She said suddenly, "There are still many matters waiting outside that require your attention. I am fine here. Three days in confinent, I will reflect on my actions thoroughly."

"Lingling..." As expected, this deanor of Fen Ling, so eerily similar to Chu Qianli’s, stabbed deeply into Feng Yexuan’s heart.

At last, he called her Lingling again!

Fen Ling gripped her palms fiercely.

If not for how tightly she clenched them, causing herself pain, she might have really thrown herself at him the mont he uttered "Lingling" and forgiven him on the spot.

No! She needed to keep calm!

Her outward display of indifference and detachnt still fell short of even one-tenth of Chu Qianli’s!

She had to learn patience!

Let him leave! Let him stay away from her! On the contrary, it would make him miss her even more!

"I know I was wrong. It’s true that jealousy turned hateful; you’re not wrong about that."

Feng Yexuan still said nothing, but the look in his eyes grew more complicated as he gazed at her.

"I also understand, for the sake of preserving the greater good, you indeed have to sacrifice those who are inconsequential."

As she looked at Feng Yexuan, she smiled faintly, a cold indifference in her expression: "It was my own foolishness, after all, and this just so happens to fulfill her reputation. In the face of the grander sche, tarnishing the na of soone like —what does it even matter?"