A gentle breeze came.
It lifted Ai Qian's strands of hair.
Her lips moved slightly, yet she didn't know what to say, an inexplicable emotion gnawing at her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
So all she could do was to tightly grasp Jiang Chen's arm, her voice trembling, "Jiang Chen, you have to believe me, I will make it up to you in the future."
Jiang Chen did not respond with commitment or rejection.
"You were asleep, you didn't watch that movie, but I still remember a question from the movie."
"...What question?"
"How to say goodbye to someone you don't want to lose."
Ai Qian was stunned.
Jiang Chen spoke softly, "This was a question I didn't want to contemplate for a long time, but time still pushed the answer in front of me."
Ai Qian's eyes violently shook, holding onto Jiang Chen's arm for dear life as tears welled up in her eyes.
