Jiang Ruolan suddenly sat up and threw her arms around Xian Yijun's neck. She buried her face in his neck as she choked on sobs. "Brat, you have finally thought it through. You are finally willing to call me sister."
Xian Yijun had finally gotten rid of the resentment his younger self had harbored for so long.
He did not hug her, letting her snuggle against his neck and cry. His eyes slowly fell on the two bags of potato chips on the table, and he said lightly, "If I don't let myself go, then it will be too late."
When Jiang Ruolan heard his words, she immediately let go of him and wiped the tears from her face. She also looked at the potato chips bags on the table and spoke as she sobbed. "You mean Zhijuan? Are you going to find her? Did she really misunderstand something? Do you need my help?"
Xian Yijun smiled faintly. "No need, I will bring my own woman home myself."
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Boston, America.
