Watching him walk toward her.
Still seeing that familiar appearance, that familiar person.
Ultimately, her heart was unsettled.
Xiao Jinxing stopped in front of An Ning, looking down at her from high above.
Seeing her in the soldier's uniform, somewhat disheveled; seeing the redness on her fair face, seeing the blood on her arm...
His Adam's apple moved.
His eyes were fixed on her wound, as he reached out his hand...
Before his hand could touch An Ning's arm.
An Ning avoided him.
Xiao Jinxing's fingers twitched slightly, slowly, he clenched them into a fist, and lowered it.
An Ning watched his finger movement, pressed her lips tightly.
She didn't know if this hand had ever touched Feng Xiyun!
She realized she was more petty than she thought.
She looked up at Xiao Jinxing, looking at the coldness in his eyes.
"How did you end up like this?" Xiao Jinxing asked, his voice indifferent, revealing no emotion.
"It wasn't easy wanting to see you." An Ning replied.
