Even if Feng Ciye were to leave, it wouldn't be possible for him to not leave a word behind.
Su Li's vision had long since blurred, the mist in her eyes obstructing her sight.
A barely audible laugh came from the wooden rocking chair: "It's still Su Li who understands me."
The eyes that had been closed for a long time suddenly opened, and their dark depths were filled with exhaustion.
As soon as Su Li saw those eyes, she couldn't hold back anymore. Her legs gave way before the wooden chair, and she choked out, "Hold on a little longer, I'll use the Feng Family's influence to find the Duan Family, and have them help you."
He didn't seem surprised that Su Li knew about the Duan Family, merely smiled faintly, his voice as light as a feather, "Brother Qi wants you to go back."
"There's no need, he will understand, I can stay another month, three more months, even half a year!"
