"Ji Shaoyang!" Xia Pengpeng's voice raised several octaves.
The dependence and feelings she once had for Ji Shaoyang had long since burned to ash, no longer existing!
"Pengpeng, look." Ji Shaoyang pulled out a small glass bottle with a tiny light bulb inside, emitting a warm glow.
On the bulb, a heart was painted with colorful paints, along with two names, Shaoyang and Pengpeng.
This was something Ji Shaoyang had made by hand for Xia Pengpeng years ago.
After Xia Pengpeng's parents had passed away, she went through a period where she couldn't sleep in the dark, always relying on sedatives to get a few hours of rest.
Ji Shaoyang stayed by her side, making this little night light for her.
As long as she placed her hand on the glass bottle, the light would slowly brighten.
This glimmer of light had accompanied Xia Pengpeng through many long, black and fear-filled nights.
