Feng Qiwu lowered her eyes and looked down at the pitiful cuckoo, her eyes as cold as snow.

At this moment, he was very worried about the dream that was unconscious in the inner hall. Du Juan's appearance unexpectedly reminded him of the thunderstorm that he had been away from the summer heat last year. He waited downstairs of Yujing Tower for a night, but he had not waited for her to come back.

It was two days after seeing her again. The rain was still falling, and the sky was still gloomy. She walked slowly across a stone bridge leading to the Yujing Tower, her eyes were in a state of dismay, and she didn't realize that he had been following him for a long time.

"Princess."

She was called on the bridge and turned around. Seeing Feng Qiwu step by step, she looked at her with worry: "Where have you been these days?"

She immediately panicked and took a step back, and shouted angrily like a highly alert cat: "Don't come over!"

He couldn't help but be stunned, puzzled by her inexplicable tension and hostility towards her: "What's wrong with the princess..."

"You have to say some nice words to deceive me, right?" She raised her hand maniacly and covered her ears. As she screamed heart-wrenchingly, her wide and light sleeves slid down, "I don't want to listen!... Don't listen!..."

His eyes sank, and he saw a few eyebrows on her slender arm as tender and lotus root, which shocked him. He strode forward and grabbed her wrist without saying a word, and saw the scars more clearly with a closer distance. Pain oozed out of his eyes: "Princess, tell me what the wounds are on you!"

This was the first time he talked to her in such a serious and solemn tone. She was stunned and soon shrouded in greater panic and anxiety. She wanted to break free with hysterical : "Don't touch me!..."

The more she had such a strong resistance, the more he became more sensitive and suspicious. Her intuition told him that something serious must have happened. Her hands increased instead of reducing, and her eyes were as firm as if they were burning: "Who hurt you like this?"

"Don't ask..." She was anxious to struggle, retreating step by step, and tears surged like a spring when her emotions were out of control. "I beg you not to ask again!...I don't want to say...Don't force me anymore!..."

When he saw her tears, his heart suddenly shook. His pity made him loosen his hands and his tone softened a lot: "Okay, the princess doesn't want to say it, so Qiwu doesn't ask."

He took back his hand and she calmed down a little, biting her lips tightly, and tears fell down one by one: "I have never been as desperate as I am now... You said that feelings do not need to be curbed. Can men do whatever they want in the name of feelings?"

He was speechless and secretly wondering about her expression. What was she telling him? His intelligence and his keenness made him uneasy, and a terrible premonition arose in his heart, but he didn't dare to ask for verification.

"How can this be done..." She looked at him with tears in her eyes, feeling distressed like a child who suffered a lot of grievances, "I also said that the body is a way to please others... But I feel disgusted! It really makes me disgusted!"

She vented her grief and anger at him, turned her head and ran away with tears. He stood on the bridge as if he had frozen, never as restless as he was now, as if there was a lake in his heart, and her tears fell on the lake like raindrops, breaking the peace that he had already been accustomed to, and a storm...
Chapter completed!