Gu Jin wiped away the tears on his face, which couldn't be cleaned, while comforting him, "Xiao An, don't be like this, you still have me, you still have me, I will always be by your side. Don't be sad, Grandma An wouldn't want you to be like this—"
An Mingji's tears fell like a broken string, sliding down his lips and landing on the exquisitely carpeted floor.
Hearing Gu Jin's words, he opened his lips: "Sister A-Jin—" His voice was hoarse and sorrowful, mingled with desolation.
This call sounded ethereal, yet carried a clear sense of reliance, like calling out the last hope.
"I'm here, I'm here."
Gu Jin stepped forward and embraced the boy who made her heart ache.
She held An Mingji tightly, providing him with maximum comfort.
"Xiao An, I'm here, Sister A-Jin is always here, I will always be by your side."
An Mingji finally released the hand that tightly gripped An Feng, he raised his arms and embraced Gu Jin heavily.
The force was so great that even Gu Jin felt pain.
