Whether he would come to regret it or not, he had already made his decision. He could only wait for Ling'er to wake up and see her reaction.
He could not blame her for being angry with him. Anyone who had been deceived for so many years would be angry, let alone Ling'er and her personality.
Feng Jiuxiao's expression was as cold as jade. Yet, under that front, his heart was a roiling mess. He had never been able to feel at ease when mulling over this matter.
There was a small kitchen next door that he had specially repaired. The purpose was to make it convenient for him to cook for Ling'er to eat personally.
While they resided on Mount Qi, he had always been the one to prepare Ling'er's breakfast. More than anyone else, he knew what kinds of food she enjoyed eating most.
He had prepared three desserts and a glass of soy milk.
