Suddenly, Ma Pianpian started crying. A few clear tears fell mournfully, her teary eyes blurred as she stared at Qin Feimo, "Brother Feimo, did you know? My sister always said how much you cared about her while she was alive, but now it seems to me that, in your heart, she's no more than optional, dispensable."
Qin Feimo seemed to no longer care about what she was saying.
He couldn't even figure out what was happening to his own heart; his affection for Ma Qianqian wasn't as intense as before.
Perhaps it was because the dead can't come back to life? Or was it because his fondness for Qianqian never reached the level of love?
Exactly what it was, Qin Feimo seemed to have no answer in his heart.
"Whether she's important or not doesn't require your wild guesses."
"Will you defend Feng Jinglei? Will you avenge my deceased sister?" Ma Pianpian pressed him further, seemingly determined to pin everything on Feng Jinglei, to make her completely lose any standing in Qin Feimo's heart.
