Wei Anning pondered over Wei Anjing's thoughts, at this moment she should be flinging herself into his arms, feigning grievance, but she couldn't do it, ah, she wasn't the real Wei Anjing. She could only stiffly address Qiao, "I know, in your heart, the successor status is more important than me. I don't blame you."
She had wanted to add "Who made me fall in love with you" but feared it would make her sick to say it. Struggling with the words for a long time, she still couldn't bring herself to say them.
Hearing her speak like this, Leng Yanbo became anxious. He stepped forward, grasping her hand tightly, his phoenix eyes earnestly locked with hers, he said urgently, "Anjing, you've misunderstood me. You are very important to me, without you, I lie awake all night long."
"Then take me with you," Wei Anning looked up, her eyes filled with hopeful expectation, her desire to leave so urgent it was plainly written on her face.
