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Xiaojin's eyes, red with emotion, suddenly blanked as she looked at An Shiliu, seeming a bit foolish.
With a smile, Hua Yan got up and gestured for Qiuyue and An Shiqi to follow her, leaving the spot and the company to An Shiliu.
A girl like Xiaojin was truly exceptional; not only was her heart upright, but she could also distinguish right from wrong. Such girls were rare. Many people, when faced with the loss of loved ones, might understand it intellectually, but getting over the emotional hurdle was another matter entirely—they couldn't do what she did and not blame her.
After walking a distance, Hua Yan turned back to look and saw Xiaojin still sitting on the rock, with An Shiliu squatting down, talking to her. Xiaojin seemed to be listening quietly. Gradually, a smile appeared on her face, as she thought about how sometimes, fate was a wonderfully indescribable thing.
