Their eyes met.
Feng Yun felt somewhat bewildered.
"Have I changed a lot?"
Pei Jue hummed, "A lot. To him, to me."
Feng Yun tugged at the corner of her mouth.
She could barely remember what Xiao Cheng looked like anymore.
Whenever she tried to recall his face, it was always blurred, and she couldn't bring herself to think too hard about it.
Reflecting on the feelings of her past life, Feng Yun's lips turned slightly white; she took a sip from her cup to calm herself before speaking.
"After I died, how did Xiao Cheng explain it to the people? And how long did he and Feng Ying live on happily afterwards?"
Pei Jue's gaze shifted slightly as he spoke indifferently:
"Feng Ying died less than half an hour after you."
Feng Yun was stunned.
Feng Ying had left her presence haughtily, her face full of color, living the good life, and she didn't appear to suffer from any serious illness. How could she have died within half an hour?
Feng Yun shook her head.
