...
As Duan Yun expected, Murong brothers did not die.
Feng Ling'er's flower arrangement skills were excellent; every flower branch made Murong bleed and left scars on his head, but none were fatal.
However, it looked truly terrifying.
Murong lay there for a day before waking up, and upon waking, he started crying.
Duan Yun couldn't help saying: "Didn't you say it wasn't painful?"
Murong sobbed: "It hurts my heart."
"It's not like she stabbed your heart." Shen Ying remarked.
Murong suddenly said distractedly: "The funeral with plum blossom on top, burying my memories, wuu wuu wuu..."
From the moment Feng Ling'er made her move, he knew everything Feng Ling'er said was true.
She had forgotten the emotions she once had with him, or rather, when she found out he was her half-brother, when he fled, when she saw him clearly, she only wanted to teach him a lesson alone.
What remained in Feng Ling'er was just irritation and anger at his cowardice, without a trace of fondness.
