The room was filled with enduring silence, and then the man let out a low chuckle, "I didn't say I wouldn't agree, what's with the attitude?"
Duan Fei closed her eyes, saying nothing.
She seemed obedient and quiet, but it was clearly a display of dissatisfaction.
Until a tear slid down from the corner of her eye...
"Alright, alright." Rong Moyong bent down, his fingertip tenderly catching that drop of tear, "Don't cry, I'll agree to whatever you want to do, okay?"
At that moment, the man was like the gentlest lover, yet Duan Fei felt not a shred of emotion in her heart. Her voice hoarse, she said, "Really?"
Rong Moyong countered, "Cheng Fang said you haven't eaten anything these past two days?"
"..." Duan Fei acknowledged by remaining silent.
"I promise you, I'll let you go to F Country to see Feng Yuan. And you, promise me to eat well and to stop crying, okay?"
Duan Fei nodded slowly, "Okay."
