If she could, Zheng Yuwei thought that she would never fall in love with anyone in her life. She used to envy that kind of vigorous love, but now, she only felt that it was too heavy and painful.
To a certain extent, Jing Zhi had saved her sister's life. Perhaps she wouldn't have been able to come back without him.
After all, Mu Qing had already sent out the final notice of his death.
As long as his sister had a glimmer of hope, he would never say that he would not be able to make it through the night.
Zheng Yuwei's heart softened a little, and she finally left a piece of clothing for Zheng yuluo.
She carried the rest and left, but Zheng yuluo held the gray coat and sat by the bed, touching it gently.
Zheng yuluo couldn't remember whose clothes it was, but she knew that it definitely didn't belong to Zheng Jing.
She rarely even bought her own clothes. It was Zheng Yuwei and her mother who bought them for her. When had she ever bought clothes for her father?
