So cold, so heartless, so hateful to the point of life and death?
Feng Yunsheng saw that he didn’t answer immediately but frowned as if he had thought of something unpleasant, which made her heartache even more, but she still endured it. In a soft voice, she asked again, “If sister is Yun Yi, what would Brother Feng do?”
“What would happen?” Su Jingfeng snapped back to his senses. He chuckled and said coldly, “Nothing much, because she won’t be Yun Yi!”
Yun Yi loved him. Later, when she got together with Wu Ya, everything she did to him was to take revenge on him, to provoke him, to make him jealous, to make him regret…
So, Feng Tianlan was not the Yun Yi who loved him, definitely not!
Feng Yunsheng was a little unwilling and continued to ask, “What if she was?”
If her sister was Yun Yi, would Su Jingfeng abandon her? Then, he would choose his sister. Even if it was the day of their wedding, would he abandon her without hesitation?
As long as she thought of this result, Feng Yunsheng was a little afraid. Ever since she was young, the person who gave her the most warmth was the Su Jingfeng in her dreams. If he did not want her, what would she do?
Su Jingfeng noticed that her mood was not right, so he went forward and stood in front of her. Then, he sat down and looked straight into her eyes. “What’s wrong? Why were you asking such strange questions?”
“I’m too similar to my sister. Maybe she was Yun Yi. If she was, would you abandon me?” Feng Yunsheng raised her eyes and looked at him with grievance and fear.
Su Jingfeng looked at her reddened eyes, which were still covered in mist and could shed tears at any time. He frowned slightly and raised his hand to caress the zhusha mole between her brows, “Sheng’er, don’t think too much. Your zhusha mole is the blood of my heart. Other than Yun’er, no one else would have it. That’s why I was in your dreams.”
The Phoenix emblem on Feng Tianlan’s brows was not a zhusha mole. Even if the ice soul sword recognized her as its master, it must have mistaken her for someone else. That should have been Sheng’er.
“Brother Feng, ask yourself. If sister was Yun Yi, what would you do?” Feng Yunsheng asked unwillingly. She kept feeling that he was avoiding the question. In her eyes, it was a guilty conscience.
Su Jingfeng frowned again. He put down his hand and placed her soft little hand in his wide and thick palm. It was gentle yet deep, “Sheng’er, don’t ask such a thing that won’t ever happen. This is unreasonable. We have already set a wedding date. What you need to do is to embroider your wedding dress and be a happy bride.”
Feng Yunsheng looked up at him for a while before forcing a smile, “Uh-huh, I would listen to Brother Feng. I don’t want to think about it anymore.”
“Be good. Your health isn’t good. Rest for a while. I’ll go out and instruct them to prepare for the wedding. I definitely wouldn’t let you down. I would make you the happiest bride.”
Su Jingfeng stood up and carried Feng Yunsheng to the bed and tucked her in, “Be good. Don’t let your imagination run wild.”
“Alright. You should go and do your work,” Feng Yunsheng replied obediently.
“Close your eyes and sleep. I’ll wait for you to fall asleep before I go and do my work,” Su Jingfeng sat down by the bed and looked at her with a gentle gaze.
Feng Yunsheng responded softly and closed her eyes. She believed that as long as she obediently listened to him, he would not abandon her.
Looking at Feng Yunsheng’s peaceful sleeping face, Su Jingfeng could not help but think, if Feng Tianlan was Yun Yi, what would he do?
