When saying this, Nanrong Huai'an's voice was so low and soft.
Very lightly, as if afraid of disturbing a dream.
Nanrong Huai'an's body became stiff.
He called Sophie out of reflex.
He still regards Sophie as his lover and the young mistress of the Nanrong family. It is not because of the change in her identity that the title has changed.
In Nanrong Huai'an's heart, Feng Sufei was still the same person in his heart.
Nanrong Huai'an kept staring ahead, fearing that this was a dream.
Nanrong Huai'an's eyes were filled with intoxicating starlight.
He walked around the table and walked towards Feng Sufei step by step.
Although Nanrong Huai'an was anxious, he walked very slowly and lightly, for fear of scaring away the person in front of him.
Or maybe, at this moment, Nanrong Huai'an still couldn't believe it, and subconsciously thought that it might be an illusion.
Because he cares too much and loves too much, even if he is Nanrong Huai'an, he will be cautious and afraid.
At this moment, Feng Sufei saw Nanrong Huai'an walking towards her, and her heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate.
She obviously thought she had calmed down, she thought her heart was calm, but when Nanrong Huai'an really walked over and got closer, she realized that her self-control and self-righteousness were all fake.
Feng Sufei knew clearly that she had deep feelings for Nanrong Huaian.
What peace is, is what she thinks is peace.
After seeing her, turbulent waves filled her heart. She had an urge to run away, but she had some strength to stop her and couldn't look away from Nanrong Huai'an.
As he came closer, she could see clearly that Nanrong Huai'an had lost weight, so thin that it made her feel distressed.
Her eyes suddenly turned red and felt sour.
This man used to be so powerful, so elegant and noble, but he never looked so cautious.
His eyes were all red, and there seemed to be a broken and painful light in them.
His eyes were deep, filled with longing and affection.
Feng Sufei watched very intently, so she could clearly see the emotions in Nanrong Huai'an's eyes.
Her eyes were broken, and she had an urge to cry. She didn't know why, but she felt sorry for this man.
It was obviously him who broke her heart, it was obviously her who was sad, it was her who was sad.
But when she turned around, he became so thin that she couldn't bear to look at him.
What on earth do you want her to do
Feng Sufei clasped her fingers on the door frame next to her, trying hard to suppress the surging emotions in her heart, and she didn't want to let herself cry.
But little did he know that the way she was holding back also made Nanrong Huai'an feel distressed.
Feng Sufei also lost weight, lost a lot of weight, and became much more haggard.
Although Feng Sufei had just come out of the underground palace and tidied up, she had indeed lost weight, and the haggardness in her expression had not faded away, especially now that she was holding back her emotions.
It made Nanrong Huai'an feel like she was like a fragile doll that would break into pieces when blown by the wind.
Nanrong Huai'an couldn't bear to see Feng Sufei like this, and his heart felt suffocating and painful.
Nanrong Huai'an walked to and stood in front of Feng Sufei. He looked deeply at her, knowing that what he saw was not an illusion.
But even so, he still asked again, "Sophie, is that you?"
A gentle sentence contained too many emotions and emotions in Nanrong Huai'an's heart.
The hands on his sides were clenched tightly into fists. He was controlling. He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and wanted to hug Feng Sufei.