Even though he knew the scene before him was fake, Qin Jiuge still could not tolerate seeing his own woman showing even the slightest hint of intimacy with another man.
"Enough."
Qin Jiuge raised a hand and directly revealed Feng Ming's identity. "He isn't actually my younger sister. He was my concubine back in the Flood Dragon Clan. Though he isn't my Dao Companion, we share deep feelings. The two of us have actually traveled a very, very long road together."
At that moment, Qin Jiuge's words were truly heartless and ruthless. Long Xiling's proud smile from having stepped forward to defend Feng Ming instantly froze.
He gave a bitter laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching fiercely several times before he softly asked, "Feng Ming, this isn't true, right?"
Feng Ming pursed his rosy lips, then put on the manner of a meek, obedient little woman. He silently stood beside Qin Jiuge; at this moment, silence spoke louder than words.
It was as though a bolt from the heavens had ruthlessly struck Long Xiling, leaving him charred on the outside and tender within.
Clearly, it was just a young couple having a spat here.
What was he, this useless third wheel, doing by butting in for no reason?
At this moment, Long Xiling understood.
He understood completely. He shot Qin Jiuge an irritated look, counted it as self-inflicted damage, then vanished with a face full of grief and indignation.
His love had ended before it had even begun. This was called dying without a cause.
Wuwuwu.
From far away, Qin Jiuge could even faintly hear the sound of this grown boy's heart breaking. He really was pitiful.
But Qin Jiuge's sympathy ended there. He absolutely could not give away his own wife merely because he pitied another man.
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