She could no longer restrain herself and turned around.
"Anning," Ji Chicheng grabbed her hand, his voice nasal.
Ji Anning held her breath, daring not to turn back.
His pleasant voice echoed behind her again, "At least with me, no one and nothing can be a reason for me to give up on you."
Ji Anning's voice trembled as she replied, "And the me who has suffered innumerable grievances and injustices since childhood, what I truly want, you will never understand."
Tears had already wet her eyes, she felt that staying even a second longer, she would suffocate.
She forcefully shook off Ji Chicheng's hand and had just lifted her foot when she heard Ji Chicheng ask, "Even if it was Ji Jingfeng who once wanted you dead, it doesn't matter?"
Ji Anning paused her step slightly, turned her head, and glanced at the man behind her with the corner of her eye, "He saved me from a fire, so I owe him my life. Let's consider past grudges erased."
Having spoken, she left without turning back.
