Upon hearing this, Ling Luochеn fell silent for a moment.
Then she looked at Feng Qingyang with an expression of astonishment and disbelief.
Her deep-blue eyes widened slightly. Beneath the shadow of her sun hat, they shimmered with incredulity, as if she were looking at a complete lunatic.
She tried to find even the slightest hint that he was joking—in Feng Qingyang's face, in his eyes, or in the faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Even the slightest hint would do!
But—
No matter how she looked at him, the determination and seriousness in Feng Qingyang's eyes remained completely unchanged, glaringly clear and unbearably heavy, like a piece of iron that could neither be smashed nor pried loose.
He really wasn't joking.
Seeing this, what could Ling Luochеn possibly say?
She couldn't say anything, but the corner of her mouth still twitched violently.
Her expression was like someone having been stuffed full of bitter herbs. She could neither swallow nor spit them out, and could only hold them in her mouth and slowly savor their bitterness.
She raised her other hand and pressed it against the brim of her hat as well, burying her entire face beneath the shadow of the wide-brimmed hat. Then she took a deep breath.
The sea breeze swept past her side, whipping her pale-blue dress about and outlining the curves of her waist, shoulders, and neck, yet her posture was filled with utter hopelessness.
What else could she say?
After a full ten breaths of silence, Ling Luochеn slowly lowered her hand, revealing her deep-blue eyes, which were filled with resignation.
She closed her eyes briefly and spoke helplessly. Her cold voice carried a hint of gritted-teeth exasperation.
"Forget it, forget it... Go ahead, then... Who can I blame for being unlucky