Chang Qing suddenly narrowed his pupils, focusing intently on Gu Qiaoqiao.
His complexion was still pale, his hand gripping the back of the chair still trembling, yet he asked, "Sister Qiaoqiao, is everything you're saying true?"
Gu Qiaoqiao nodded solemnly.
"Chang Qing, what I said is true, so you must survive. Having memories isn't a bad thing; you are still you, and in that timeline, your Sister Qiaoqiao doesn't have many relatives. You can't let her lose you again just as she starts to regain faith in life; that would be too painful. In her eyes, you are like Zishu. I just hope you can continue together as her family."
At this point, Gu Qiaoqiao looked at Chang Qing expectantly.
And Chang Qing's hesitation lasted only a moment. The next instant, he nodded vigorously as if making a promise, "Sister Qiaoqiao, don't worry, I know what to do!"
