But Xia Ling scolded him awake.
Even that naive girl who knew little of the world understood how serious Su Xingyu's injury was; how could he not understand? Compared to the injuries he had inflicted upon her all these years, tonight's minor setback was truly insignificant. So, when Xia Ling asked him to swear, he solemnly swore.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the girl from the next-door Pei Ziheng's family.
He remembered four years ago when she heard about Xingyu's death, this girl cried for a long time and was heartbroken at Xingyu's funeral.
Only at the moment of the funeral did he realize Xingyu truly didn't have many friends, and the girl's earnest sadness and anger were so precious.
At least, besides him, there was someone in this world who deeply remembered Xingyu.
He originally disliked Xingyu's association with Xia Ling, but now, his view of Xia Ling greatly improved.
