Chapter 87 Wu Nian the Heartless

When Wu Nian saw him, he couldn’t believe his eyes. The once handsome businessman, the Second Young Master of the Fengs, became a monk. He couldn’t help calling his name, “Feng Qianwu.” The good-looking monk didn’t answer. He just walked to Wu Nian’s bed and put a pillow under his head, helping him raise it up a bit. Sitting in front of him, he picked up the bowl of medicine, slowly feeding him with a spoon. Wu Nian looked at him but didn’t refuse it. After all, the monk had obviously saved him, and he was not afraid of Feng Qianwu harming him. If he really wanted to kill Wu Nian, he wouldn’t bring him back in the first place. Wu Nian used to hate the terrible taste of medicine, but now he drank it in one gulp without a trace of disgust. Perhaps the pain in his heart had already exceeded the bitterness of the herbs. It was not until the bowl was empty that the monk took away the extra pillows under Wu Nian’s head to make him lie down more comfortably. Then he spoke, “Amitab