"Xue'er, did I hurt you?" Ma Wenye blamed himself. His delicate face was pale.
"A'Ye, thank you." She suddenly rushed to hug him.
She didn't ask what he did, why he died, or how they met in the past. She knew that their sacrifices would not be simple.
If they refuse to tell her, she won't force them to speak. She will give him the best present and future. She would never wrong those who were good to her.
The same goes for Zhang Qingsheng, Zhu Zemin, and Mo Meifen, who sacrificed themselves for her. She didn't know how they did it, but it was fine.
Ma Wenye was stunned. Then, a soft and beautiful smile bloomed on his face, as gorgeous as the blooming flower.
He knew what that meant. The fact that she called him A'Ye meant that she recognized him.
