She loved him, that arrogant boy, who made her strive to become an outstanding Ji Anning.
Now, she was genuinely in pain, longing for his comfort, his soothing, his care, even just to hear his voice, not so cold, a bit of warmth would be enough.
Ji Anning's eyes were moist, her hands tightly grasping Ji Chicheng's, unwilling to let go, the term "uncle" lingered on her lips, so hard to articulate.
The man's body stiffened, his heart surged violently, and his fingers tightened in excitement.
He squinted his eyes, gazing at Ji Anning's flushed little face, her slightly parted lips, he couldn't help himself, he bent down, inching closer to her face.
Ji Anning had a fever, even just getting closer, he could feel the heat radiating from her body, which suddenly cleared his mind, and he abruptly stopped.
His breath lingered above her, present yet distant. Ji Anning dared not open her eyes, her fingers tightening even more.
Unwilling to let go, after so many years, impulsive for once.
