Zheng Quchi raised her eyes, a ripple passing across her clear gaze. Due to her illness and weakness, there was an indescribable melancholy and indifference between her brows and eyes. That completely different expression made Mo Ye unconsciously loosen his grip.
She finally looked directly at the person in front of her: "Mo Ye, did you save me?"
"Who else but me? So you should repay me properly."
Zheng Quchi felt pain in his head, chest, and whole body, and even his sarcasm seemed weak: "Repayment? But if you hadn't come, I might not be lying here now."
She spoke softly and slowly because she was very tired and didn't want to speak unless necessary. She just wanted to close her eyes and sleep soundly.
"You think you'd be doing well in Yuwen Sheng's hands without me? Haven't you seen him for who he really is? He's a monster who doesn't understand emotions. He was born with a calamity. His mother suffered the most humiliating insults in the world to save him, and his father went from a military general to a cripple without arms and legs to protect him. And what did he do? To consolidate his position, he ultimately killed his mother and father to curry favor with the Prince of Ye. Tell me, what kind of monster is he—"
"Enough!" Zheng Quchi's chest heaved as he gritted his teeth and stopped him.
She didn't want to hear about these things; Yuwen Sheng's affairs were none of her concern.
She thought of "Liu Fengmian," but no, perhaps there was no such person as "Liu Fengmian" at all. All along, the person who married her, spent time with her, shared a bed with her, chatted with her parents, and confided in her during the New Year... was Yuwen Sheng.
But how could it be Yuwen Sheng?
She couldn't understand it, and couldn't comprehend it, that the "Liu Fengmian" in front of Zheng Quchi and the Yuwen Sheng in front of Sang Xuanqing were completely different people.
Liu Fengmian suffered from an eye disease, had difficulty moving around, and was frail and gentle.
However, Yuwen Sheng commanded a large following, acted arbitrarily, and held himself in a superior position.
How could two completely different people be the same person?
Upon reflection, she realized she had been utterly blind, thinking that Liu Fengmian, suffering from a terrible illness and constantly haunted by nightmares of the past, must have had a miserable childhood. But now... she felt she was the one who was even more miserable.
Mo Ye noticed her unusual expression, narrowed his eyes, and asked in surprise, "You wouldn't happen to have taken a liking to him, would you?"
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