"And Xinxin, are you afraid that if I die, and you can't take care of her because of your responsibility and duty, she will be in danger, so you can't face the Morning Star?"
Ji Xinghe's two questions, like heavy hammers, hit Han Li in the heart, making him lower his head in front of Ji Xinghe.
"Yes, that's how it is."
Han Li murmured. If the two weren't using communication devices, Ji Xinghe probably wouldn't be able to hear his voice.
Feeling guilty towards Ji Chenxing, not being able to face Ji Chenxing, for someone who has already sacrificed, this is simply self-inflicted trouble.
But Han Li always believed that Ji Chenxing was still alive, in another world, living in his heart and memory.
"Actually, you don't need to be like this," Ji Xinghe spoke calmly: "The death of Morning Star has nothing to do with you or the person who ordered the death guard. It was his own choice."
