An Ning stared blankly at Xiao Jinxing.
For a moment, she really couldn't distinguish whether the person in front of her was Xiao Jinxing or Fu Xingyi.
"Fu Xingyi's last wish when he died must have been to hope you live well, to hope you forget him and live well." Xiao Jinxing's deep, magnetic voice lingered around An Ning's ears.
She lowered her eyes.
Tears continued to fall uncontrollably.
Forget?
How could it be easy to forget?
"Sleep." Xiao Jinxing had only so much to say.
An Ning could only give him so much patience.
He got up and left.
"Xiao Jinxing." An Ning suddenly called out to him.
Xiao Jinxing paused his steps.
"I'm really tired being with you." An Ning said.
As if lowering her guard.
Xiao Jinxing swallowed, suppressing his inner emotions.
