She knew she shouldn't do this, but he couldn't tell her not to...
Because at this moment, the glimmer in her eyes was radiant, as if with expectation, as if with joy, as if with amazement...
Only there wasn't that much sadness...
But a nameless sadness suddenly surged in Ji Chiming's eyes. He wanted to smile casually, yet he found his lips stiff.
He wanted to walk away as if nothing had happened, but discovered his steps were as heavy as lead.
He didn't want to look into her eyes or see how she looked at Zhan Nanjue, didn't want to see her following Zhan Nanjue as if she had just woken up.
Yet he realized his gaze seemed fixed.
Constantly watching her, watching her, as if waiting to see if she would remember to glance at him.
At that moment, Ou Yimo's crying voice came over —
"Azhan... you can't treat me like this... my stomach hurts... my stomach..." Ou Yimo said behind them.
