"Fu, you're overthinking it. Didn't he win?"
"But in gambling, there are only two outcomes. It's either winning or losing." Fu Chenghao smirked, his smile full of ambiguity. "Which means, Qin Feimo is always prepared to lose you."
Feng Jinglei was struck, standing there like a statue.
His words seemed to be trying to drive a wedge between her and Qin Feimo, but each word was like a knife, stabbing into her heart, painfully laying bare the truth.
The fleeting hurt that crossed her face was not lost on Fu Chenghao, who was momentarily taken aback.
"However..." After a brief pause, he suddenly continued, staring at the person in front of him, "He is willing to bet his life for you. That, I find surprising."
Upon hearing this, Feng Jinglei was a bit surprised, not understanding what he meant.
"What?"
Fu Chenghao left it at that, not elaborating further.
Saying more would only help Qin Feimo. Why should he cut off his own chances to aid his rival in love?
