Shui Ning looked at the domineering Chen Feng and could only swallow the words that came to her mouth.
She knew that she couldn't persuade Chen Feng anymore, so she could only let him go.
But he was thinking silently in his heart: "Chen Feng, as long as you need me, I will go to the ends of the world."
"Shui Ning, Xuanlong, you and Mr. Wei's people will leave here tomorrow."
"You want to stay here by yourself?" Shui Ning stared at Chen Feng, her eyes trembling slightly.
"It's too messy here. When things here are over, I will go to Mokou Cliff."
Shui Ning said without thinking: "I want to go too!"
"That would be too dangerous. Mr. Wei will send you back when the matter here is resolved."
Shui Ning wanted to say something, but looking at Chen Feng's cold but unquestionable look, she could only lower her head and accept it.
"Chen Feng, there are many dangers over Mokou Cliff, you have to be careful."
Xuanlong understood why Chen Feng was so anxious to go to Mokou Cliff.
"If you can't, just come back. Wherever Gu Hai is, he won't run away."
Chen Feng nodded, turned around and left without saying anything more.
Shui Ning looked at his back, sitting on the chair in a daze, holding the solid wood table tightly with one hand.
Qingqing looked at her like this and didn't know what to say.
It can only be said that falling flowers are intentional and flowing water is ruthless.
"Sister Shui Ning, don't be too sad."
"I'm not sad." Shui Ning raised his head and smiled, but it was uglier than crying.
Seeing this pretending to be happy made Qingqing feel sour inside.
"Xuanlong." Qingqing looked up at Xuanlong, with a touch of prayer on her palm-sized face, blinking at him with watery eyes: "Can you help Sister Shuining? She...
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"I can't help her!" Xuanlong flatly refused: "Chen Feng doesn't have her in his heart. If we do this, it will only make her more sad."
"We cannot impose our own ideas on Chen Feng, and we cannot influence his thoughts. He is a living person!"
Xuanlong didn't want to get involved in the matter between Chen Feng and Shui Ning. Even if he participated, what would it change?
The brotherhood between Chen Feng and him was already weak. The flames in the long wind would be extinguished when the wind got stronger.
Xuanlong's words were a bit harsh, Qingqing stamped her feet angrily, but she also knew that what he said was right.
Looking at the sad Shui Ning, Qingqing secretly resented that she was so useless. She couldn't do anything to help, so she could only comfort Chen Feng softly, saying that he was blind and had no vision, so he should leave Baoyu alone.
Outside the hospital, Chen Feng couldn't help but sneeze, and shook his head in amusement after hearing Shui Ning's curse.
It would be harming her if he got together with Shui Ning!
What's more, his heart has already been filled by Li Jiajia, and there is no room for a third person.
In Chen Feng's view, Shui Ning's feelings for him were nothing more than dependence.
In the same mysterious world, she was alone and lonely. Now when she meets him, she only subconsciously clings to him, and does not really like or love her.
Shui Ning was originally a saint from Hidden Mist Island, and she had been practicing cultivation since she could remember. She only saw a few men, and they were all her grandparents.
This was the first time she met someone like Chen Feng, and she was naturally attracted to him out of curiosity.
Chen Feng even thought about taking a trip to Hidden Mist Island when things here are over.
Once Shui Ning meets enough people and sees the colorful world outside, she will no longer only think about him.
In the room, Qingqing was still persuading Shui Ning, while Chen Feng strode away.