Because he felt guilty, he felt indebted.
Especially after learning that his sister had narrowly escaped death, he couldn't say anything at all.
Xie Zhinuan listened with a heavy heart. "I know, I know everything!"
Because she knew, it made her feel even worse.
Because she was an imposter.
The real one had already died.
"Sister... would you like to come home with me?" Xie Rong held Xie Zhinuan's hand, cautiously asking.
"Go home?"
Xie Zhinuan softly murmured these words, and after a long while, she shook her head, "I can't go back with you!"
She had already decided to leave.
To abandon everything.
She gently wiped the tears from Xie Rong's eyes, "Stop crying, you look really ugly when you cry!"
"Wuu, you won't even let me cry!" Xie Rong's voice was filled with grievance.
Having downed two taels of liquor, he couldn't distinguish north from south, but the only thing he remembered was the memories from his childhood, as well as the joy from these past days.
