In that fleeting moment.
The weather at the South Heavenly Gate was undeniably clear.
But Feng Fuce felt as though a bolt of thunder struck straight into his heart full of love.
Tearing apart his devotion, his deep affection, and all his persistence, creating fissures.
The cracking heart seemed to be bleeding.
And this feeling, he hadn't felt in thousands of years.
Till today, he finally realized,
This is called pain.
He stared blankly at Bai Zhi'er, the faith and love in his eyes crumbling into a chaotic black sea.
"Thank me with your body?" Feng Fuce gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot: "What do you take yourself for? What do you take us for?"
Bai Zhi'er lowered her head but said nothing.
Feng Fuce took a deep breath: "You were speaking in anger, right? Just say now that what you said earlier were angry words, and I'll still forgive you."
The immortals and demons around looked on in confusion.
