The person before her was not the one in her heart—
"Let her go." Puyang Yi's voice was muffled, as if something was caught in her throat, carrying a trace of a sob.
"You've kept her locked up for so long. Let her leave this damned place!"
She shouted.
With a trembling voice, she shouted her dissatisfaction at Wen Xingsu.
Wen Xingsu didn't look at her. His eyes were fixed on Feng Yun's face, calm as still water, as he squinted slightly.
"Yaoyao, you won't get away. You know that."
Feng Yun said nothing.
Suddenly, Puyang Yi started laughing. Her laughter was sharp, almost eerie, as if her heart was being torn apart. The more she laughed, the more it hurt. The pain intensified the laughter.
"Wen Xingsu, you are so ridiculous. Why are you so ridiculous?"
In her laughter, no one noticed the struggle flickering in her eyes.
