"He was just clinging to life, just to witness the birth of his eldest grandson! Xiao Changyi, you didn't curse your grandfather to death, you believe me! Trust me!"
Behind these words, An Jing became more and more agitated, even tightly gripping one of Xiao Changyi's arms, wanting him to believe her, that he really hadn't cursed his grandfather to death.
Due to her excitement, the strength in An Jing's hands was very significant, causing pain in the arm that reached his brain, but Xiao Changyi didn't care at all; instead, the corners of his cool lips slowly curled up.
Touching An Jing's head, he looked straight into her eyes and said gently, "I trust you."
An Jing immediately let out a huge sigh of relief, and then realized she was gripping his arm tightly. Shocked, she quickly withdrew her hand and said awkwardly, "Sorry about that, did I hurt you?"
She hadn't expected herself to be so emotional. Anyway, she just didn't want him to think of himself as an unlucky person.
