An Ziqi looked up at him, somewhat surprised.
Lin Xilu watched her blank, silly expression. His face softened into a gentle smile, and he raised his hand to ruffle her hair.
"Don't be afraid. Remember my words. If anything happens, come to me."
An Ziqi snapped back to reality, "Thank you, senior."
"Silly girl."
Lin Xilu chuckled, turned around, and left.
An Ziqi stood at the door, watching his departing figure, and sighed softly in her heart.
Whether it was before or starting over again, Lin Xilu has always been gentle.
Even though she rejected him and hurt him, he never once resented her.
Faced with Lin Xilu, she always felt a sense of guilt deep in her heart.
Xiao Moli saw the sigh in An Ziqi's eyes, and once again, his dislike for Lin Xilu reached a new height.
He glanced at An Ziqi's head, which Lin Xilu had just ruffled, and remarked sourly, "You've moved on so quickly?"
