"Xie Xiao," Luo Yanran called his name in a soft voice.
Xie Xiao was somewhat in a trance, as if this was the first time he had heard Luo Yanran call his name in that tone since he was reborn.
In the previous life, Luo Yanran always called him that way, and when he looked at her, she was just smiling, but her eyes would inevitably flash with tears as she smiled.
She always called out like that but never followed through.
In the three years she had been by his side, it seemed there was an unspoken agreement between them. Neither of them mentioned liking each other, and neither brought up being together.
Xie Xiao didn't dare, didn't feel worthy. How could a man confined to his bed have the courage to defile that celestial moon?
But Luo Yanran never mentioned it either.
Xie Xiao had once suspected that she was just pitying him, perhaps she was a person with an overflow of sympathy.
