Looking at Jing Hang's tensed face, fierce as a vengeful deity, Jiang Yan's long eyelashes fluttered, "Alright, I promise you, I won't give up on my life easily..." Jiang Yan coughed a few times, her complexion growing even paler, "In the future, can you let go of our grudges and stop hating me..."
Jing Hang closed his bloodshot eyes, for he had hated this woman for nearly five years since Jing Zhao's accident.
Because the hate was bone-deep, her image had always been etched deep in his heart.
He dared not forget her for even a moment.
But now, she was asking him to let go of his hatred!
Seeing the fresh blood welling up from her chest, Jing Hang said in a hoarse voice, "As long as you can survive, I promise you."
Hearing this, a faint, fragile smile appeared on Jiang Yan's face.
"Jing Hang, I was young and ignorant, and I truly regret hurting you and your brother."
Jing Hang's grip tightened around Jiang Yan's arm.
