Gu Jin curved her lips, yet there was no trace of a smile in her eyes.
She slowly stood up, pushing An Mingji's wheelchair to the edge of the balcony.
She lifted her head, gazing at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky, her gaze sorrowful.
Ultimately, she was about to leave again.
Without her, An Mingji would live just as well.
He would live longer than her, for the next twenty years, he would be fine.
Taking advantage of An Mingji's remaining clarity and awareness, Gu Jin's gentle, soft voice slowly sounded.
"Xiao An, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I'm going to break my promise again. Without me to accompany you in the future, you must take care..."
"What do you mean by that?!"
An Mingji suddenly raised his head, glaring at Gu Jin fiercely.
His hand pressed down firmly on Gu Jin's hand resting on the wheelchair; that hand was trembling.
