“Do you say you will be like this if you love someone?”
“No.”
Feng Yin’s stiff and cold answer made Zhang Zixuan stupid.
She didn’t expect that Feng Yin’s answer was so firm and quick, completely extinguishing the little flame of expectation in her heart.
“Why do you think of me like this? I won’t comfort you. This is not new news. Besides, I just made the judgment based on your description.”
A little mature Zhang Zixuan suddenly made a crying sound from her nose, and she screamed in a long voice, from silently crying to crying loudly.
Just because of the wind yin’s words.
“Ah————————————————————”
Zhang Zixuan cried, and Feng Yin handed over the tissue indifferently, one by one, as if there was no emotional machine.
【No? Can’t you comfort her? 】
[The child is very pitiful. I am also the eldest in the family. I understand this feeling very much. 】
[Fengyin, is your heart made of stone? How can you be indifferent? 】
The comment section is full of Feng Yin, urging her to comfort her, and calling her unkind.
Li Sanyi coughed gently, Feng Yin turned around and handed over a piece of paper.
“You want to cry too?”
Li Sanyi shook his head quickly.
Feng Yin turned over and stuffed the paper in his hand to Zhang Zixuan. At this time, Zhang Zixuan began to sweat and the effect of the medicine began.
Feng Yin shook the quilt on the foot of the bed, covered Zhang Zixuan, and asked calmly: “Have you finished crying?”
Zhang Zixuan nodded helplessly and continued to sob.
“I have already said that based on what you said, I made the inference that they don’t love you, but this story is from your perspective, isn’t it?”