Chen Chuanling perhaps wanted to completely shut Che Peining's mouth, or perhaps she too had been stirred by nostalgia. She did not stop until she had asked five questions about the duels from those years.
Watching Lu Feng answer every one of them perfectly—some even more clearly than she herself remembered—Chen Chuanling felt an inexplicable happiness well up inside her.
So he remembered it all~
Chen Chuanling's nose stung. Being remembered truly felt wonderful, especially for someone like her, who had never had many friends.
Chen Chuanling had always believed that no one would ever pay her much attention. Yet now, seeing that Lu Feng remembered everything connected to her, the feeling crashed into her heart like floodwaters and savage beasts, leaving her moved beyond words and filled with tangled emotions.
However.
To Lu Feng, that emotion carried an entirely different meaning.
He had originally been quietly pleased with himself for answering those questions about the details of the battles. But when he suddenly saw Chen Chuanling's reddened eyes, his heart skipped a beat as he realized something was wrong.
He had answered the questions, yes, but behind every one of them was a victory he had gained by stepping over Chen Chuanling. To Chen Chuanling, it must have felt like invisible swords stabbing into her all over again.
That was far too hurtful.
Lu Feng quietly wiped the faint smugness from his face. Though those duels had all been fair and aboveboard, and victory and defeat were perfectly normal matters, he owed Chen Chuanling nothing. Still, he could not help feeling a few traces of guilt toward the girl.
After all, if he had not appeared, more than half the honors from those many duels would have belonged to Chen Chuanling.
In that case, perhaps some faction or powerful