"Jing." Gu Mingzhu's watery eyes looked at him, half filled with sorrow for the lost child, half with joy at seeing Jiang Jing again. The mix of these emotions made her seem heartbreakingly pitiable.
Jiang Jing stood in front of the bed, his gaze falling on her face. She had once been the person dearest to him, the one he loved most, yet now, looking at her, she felt like a stranger.
After learning that she had done so many wrong things in the name of love, and that Jian Fang had even lost her life because of it, there was no love left in his eyes when he looked at her now.
"Jing, you haven't visited me in a long time, have you become distant? I miss you so much." At this moment, Gu Mingzhu couldn't care about her dignity anymore—she didn't want to lose Jiang Jing.
She truly loved Jiang Jing.
"I went to Jian Fang's funeral." Jiang Jing stood in front of her, not sitting down.
