Feng Yexuan suddenly felt as though he had so much to say to the woman before him.
And yet, he didn't even know what he wanted to say.
Conflicted emotions roiled within him.
He had always believed Fen Ling was the woman in his heart, yet now, every moment with her felt suffocating, as though he couldn't wait to flee.
On the contrary, when he was with this wretched, fickle, and endlessly annoying woman, an inexplicable lightness crept into his chest.
There was even a hint of… joy.
Even though the task at hand was dull and tedious.
But as long as he was doing it with her, it somehow felt profoundly meaningful.
"Wrap it tightly. Don't leave anything out—any mistake will weaken the effectiveness of the medicine."
"Understood." Upon hearing this, Feng Yexuan quickly suppressed his stray thoughts.
Anything more he wished to say could only gnaw silently within him.
But oh, how he longed to whisper: I'm sorry…
