Zhuo Yufeng stared at Qiao Xiaoyan amidst the storm; despite her frail appearance, she had an inner strength that was irresistibly appealing.
"If Nian Enxi really has issues, what will you do?" Zhuo Yufeng sighed.
Qiao Xiaoyan was quite composed, "If Nian Enxi truly has a problem, her goal is clear—it's aimed at him. He won't bear to deal with it because she resembles Song Chenxi too much. He might rather die at Nian Enxi's hands than harm her!"
Zhuo Yufeng listened quietly as Qiao Xiaoyan continued.
"Life and death are destined, wealth is determined by fate." Qiao Xiaoyan, too, was quite philosophical, "Let it be!"
Zhuo Yufeng pressed urgently, "Xiaoyan, this is the time you need to help him! If you don't help him, he might really die!"
"I can't help him!" Qiao Xiaoyan chuckled, "I truly can't redeem him, I can't even redeem myself..."
Her laughter, however, appeared infinitely desolate to Zhuo Yufeng.
