When Murong Jiu and Ji Luo rushed over, they heard this sentence.
Even though five years had passed, this cold voice was clearly Qin Jianxi's. It was as if it had been deeply engraved in everyone's hearts.
Ji Luo instantly determined that it was Qin Jianxi. He rushed in quickly and looked at the girl in the wheelchair excitedly.
Her face was still the same as when she was eighteen years old as if time had been frozen.
"Qin Jianxi, it's really you... You're still alive, you're really still alive... That's, that's great..."
He thanked the heavens for this moment. She was actually still alive. Thank the heavens!
Qin Jianxi's gaze fell on Ji Luo's face and sized him up.
The excitement, joy, and endless kindness on the young man's face were all expressed very straightforwardly.
She slowly retracted her gaze and said, "I'm Qin Jianxi, but I'm not the person you know. I'm sorry!"
