Xia Wenjin suppressed all emotions in her heart, her little face tense, reflecting a sense of resolve: "Let's say goodbye here, never see each other again in the future!"
Huangfu Jingchen reached out his hand, but Xia Wenjin avoided it. He said hoarsely, "Wenjin, since you are no longer angry with me, why care about my identity? No matter what identity I have, I'm still me, still the Huang Zheng you know!"
Xia Wenjin raised her eyes, with a light in them that was difficult to penetrate, like struggle, yet as if being pricked, she slowly but sharply said: "You are Huang Zheng, but unfortunately, you are not just Huang Zheng!"
"Wenjin..." The boy's voice held urgency and guilt.
