"Xiao Changyi, you said you trusted me." An Jing tilted her face upward, gripping Xiao Changyi's hand tightly, her eyes intently fixed on him, her voice soft and low.
Xiao Changyi opened his eyes and looked back at An Jing.
An Jing added, "Uncle Liu died of illness." So, it was not your curse that killed him.
Xiao Changyi held her hand in return, tightly. He nodded slightly, "Mhm."
At last, An Jingxin's heart settled. After a moment, she said, "Actually, you've always known, right?" She knew that Mrs. Hongxia hated him deep inside, just like Xiao Chen's family, they all wished for his death.
"Mhm."
An Jingxin's heart wrenched with pain for her beloved, but she didn't say anything to comfort him. Instead, she simply said, "Bend down."
Xiao Changyi obediently bent down.
With a faint smile on her face and an extremely tender gaze, An Jing reached out her other hand to touch Xiao Changyi's handsome face.
