Feng Qing turned around. The lights in the hall of the Sacred Hall were dim. The golden tiles reflected her perfect figure, as if giving her a faint golden glow.
Xing Yue said firmly while he looked at her pure eyes, "Even if Feng Jianing died from the poison on the spot, I won't think that you did it."
Feng Qing's lips curled up. "Do you trust me that much? Even if Tessa has done all the evidence?"
Xing Yue said confidently, "That's right. I believe in you so much. Even if you can't explain yourself, I can still take the blame for you."
Upon hearing this, Feng Qing's expression froze. She did not expect Xing Yue to say this, but Xing Yue smiled and said, "Are you afraid of me? Actually, I don't mean anything else. I just want to express my trust in you. You can believe me at any time because I will definitely protect you."
