The person in his heart was still her, and only her.
This was something that had never been in doubt.
Feng Yexuan was completely certain that the woman at the tip of his heart was Fen Ling.
Every night, in the dead of midnight dreams, the face he saw deep in his heart—the woman he had sworn in his dreams to protect with his life—was undeniably her.
But now, when she insisted he say it aloud, for some inexplicable reason, he suddenly didn't want to say it.
He pressed his lips together, silent.
A wave of unease and fear swept through Fen Ling's heart.
"Yexuan..."
"It's late. I will escort you back to rest."
"Yexuan!" He was avoiding her question!
Fen Ling's unease grew heavier!
Feng Xi hadn't arrived yet, and Hua Rong's blood for the Heavenly Silkworm was still en route. Right now, she couldn't reinforce the Poisonous Insect Poison in Feng Yexuan's body.
Yet, he was already showing signs of waking up.
