Bai Xuan's tears always rendered Jiang Heng defenseless.
Jiang Heng opened the cigarette pack, took out a cigarette, but didn't light it.
He held the cigarette, as if gripping the strings of calm.
Jiang Heng asked Bai Xuan solemnly, "Why did things turn out this way?" This was something Jiang Heng struggled to comprehend.
Bai Xuan looked at the gemstone antique ring on her finger, her tearful eyes making the ring's appearance increasingly blurry, just like her future, becoming more and more indistinct.
Bai Xuan wiped her tears, and then said softly, "Ah Heng, how old was I the year I saved you?"
Jiang Heng said, "Five or six years old."
Nodding slightly, Bai Xuan sighed, "Yes, a little girl raised with the love of her parents would naturally possess a kind and brave nature, wouldn't she?"
"But people, as they grow older, become more cowardly, more realistic, isn't it so?"
Jiang Heng moved his lips, attempting to argue, yet felt Bai Xuan made a compelling point.
