There was a hint of seduction in those words.

When a man says this, he is expressing that he wants her.

The claim of banishing nightmares is just a pretense.

Shen Muzhi stood behind the tree, his fists clenched tightly, his eyes fixed on Xiang Zhilan. Even if she agreed, he would still go and stop her, but he didn't want to hear her agree.

When Xiang Zhilan heard Feng Jingxian say that, she was slightly surprised and looked up at him.

"Zhi Lan, leave it to me. I'll make you forget him." Feng Jingxian's large hand caressed Xiang Zhi Lan's cheek, his magnetic voice seductively bewitching her.

Although Xiang Zhilan liked Feng Jingxian, she was still clear-headed in this matter. She was not mentally prepared to give herself to Feng Jingxian, especially after what had happened.

“Jingxian, what’s done is done, and you can’t forget it.” She pulled Feng Jingxian’s hand down and said painfully, “Don’t come looking for me again. I’m not good enough for you.”

After Xiang Zhilan finished speaking, she turned to leave.

Feng Jingxian pulled her back abruptly. He had been coaxing her gently for so many days, but she didn't fall into his arms as he had imagined. Instead, she refused even more firmly, which angered him. He couldn't help but blurt out his innermost thoughts violently: "I already said I don't mind, but you still insist on breaking up. Do you really think you're not good enough for me, or did you fall in love with Shen Muzhi after being slept with once?"

Xiang Zhilan stared at Feng Jingxian in astonishment. Under the streetlights, the man's face had changed from its usual gentle demeanor to appear somewhat ferocious.

"Feng Jingxian! What are you saying!" Xiang Zhilan shook off Feng Jingxian's hand, her eyes red with disbelief, her lips trembling slightly: "Is this how you see me?!"

Feng Jingxian regained his composure slightly, took a deep breath, and said regretfully, "I'm sorry, Zhilan, that's not what I meant. I was too hasty and spoke without thinking. I'm sorry."

However, Xiang Zhilan had become much more sober. Those words just now didn't seem like reckless talk at all; they were clearly from the bottom of her heart. The Feng Jingxian she had just heard was so real that it was frightening.

For the first time, she wavered. The gentle and refined man in front of her was not actually who he was.

"Zhi Lan, listen to me, I really can't accept breaking up like this. I can't live without you, I really can't." Feng Jingxian confessed affectionately.

In the past, Xiang Zhilan might have wavered immediately, but those words had pierced her heart like a knife. She now harbored some doubt about his words, yet his gaze was so sincere...

Xiang Zhilan's mind raced, she looked up at him, and suddenly asked, "Then would you be willing to come to Syria with me?"

Feng Jingxian was taken aback. "What are you going to Syria for? There's war going on there."

“I’m going to be a war correspondent. I’m leaving in a few days, and it might be two or three years.” Xiang Zhilan stared at him with clear eyes. “Would you like to come with me?”

"Are you crazy? Why would you want to be a war correspondent? Do you know how many people die every day!" Feng Jingxian couldn't understand at all. He grabbed Xiang Zhilan's shoulder and advised, "Zhilan, you have no reason not to go. Don't make the wrong decision on a whim."

"You don't want to, do you?" Xiang Zhilan didn't really want Feng Jingxian to go with her; she just wanted an answer from him to confirm that he truly couldn't live without her.

But what he said and what he showed were completely different things; what couldn't she understand now?