"Why don't you speak? Why aren't you saying anything? Do you also know you have nothing left to say, Xia Qiongqiong? You were born to heal me, don't forget your mission, how can you forget your mission?"
Ye Xingguang felt it was impossible to hear Xia Yanyan's repentance, so she lifted her leg and planned to leave.
"Stop, Ye Xingguang, stop right there for me."
Ye Xingguang didn't stop walking. If Xia Yanyan wanted to say these things, then she had no reason to waste her time here.
After she walked a bit further, Xia Yanyan suddenly shouted at her, "Ye Xingguang, if I had treated you as a sister back then, would you save me now?"
Ye Xingguang paused and turned to look at her.
"Would you save me?" That voice, no longer angry, no longer resentful, only left with pleading—helpless pleading.
Ye Xingguang thought for a moment: "I would, but there's no 'if' in this world..."
Xia Yanyan collapsed to the ground.
