The tears shimmering in her eyes became more and more crystalline, the view increasingly blurred, her lips trembling from the effort to hold them back, but she still couldn't prevent the tears from overflowing from her eyes.
She had lost weight. In just twenty-something hours, Anning had become thinner, and Ji Chicheng also reached out his hands, extending them towards Ji Anning's face, his soft palms as if caressing her heart, soothing it to become even frailer.
She wanted to embrace him even more, yearning to cry in his arms, longing for his indulgent strokes on her head, yearning to hear him say, "It's okay, we will have other chances in the future."
But could she take this chance?
Ji Anning asked herself this in her heart, hesitating, the hands she had lifted involuntarily stopped mid-air.
