After reading everything, Nianyang's face was already covered with tears.
It was too painful, really too painful.
During this time, she kept numbing herself, refusing to think about Wen Qingmu, as if by doing so, it meant that the beautiful master was still alive.
Until now, seeing this will, Nianyang could no longer play dumb and deeply realized.
The beautiful master has truly left, gone forever.
"Nini, don't cry, please don't cry."
Li Tingyan clumsily wiped her tears, feeling anxious inside, fearing that she would be upset with him again because of Wen Qingmu, and he wouldn't know what to do.
It took Nianyang a while to recover from the pain, her eyes red as she said, "Li Tingyan, I have something to say to you."
Li Tingyan pounded in his heart, "What do you want to say? You're not asking for another cool-off period with me, are you, Nini..."
Nianyang smiled through her tears, "No, I wanted to say, I'm sorry, Ayuan."
Li Tingyan was stunned.
