Zhang Sanfeng was startled by her words: "You know? You believe what I said? You witnessed it firsthand—"
"He told me he would sell his soul for me, not that he would die for me. What do you think?"
Zhang Sanfeng's lips parted slightly, and a dazed look appeared in his eyes.
Through the screen, Zhong Qiaohui clearly saw the expression on his face, and it left her utterly disappointed. This man didn't even know where he went wrong, and expecting him to realize it seemed utterly unattainable. It seemed impossible in this lifetime.
In terms of passionate craziness for love, he fell far short of that other man.
"You—" Zhang Sanfeng finally found his voice, "you believe what that man said?"
"Yes, why wouldn't I? He honestly told me who he was," Zhong Qiaohui said.
Her answer was something Zhang Sanfeng couldn't accept, and he shouted, "Do you know what you're saying?!"
