"Can I not answer?" Jiang Ruolan smiled and walked over to him. She looked at the photo frame that had been placed on the bedside table and took it.
She gently stroked it with her hand. "No matter what my previous life was like, it was my past. I wanted to move on and look forward to the next day with joy instead of wasting time remembering the past."
Xian Zihao pursed his lips and didn't say a word.
"He should be asleep by now. I'll go pour a cup of tea to get rid of your hangover." Jiang Ruolan decided to change the topic and walked out.
Ten minutes later, she walked back to the bedroom with the freshly brewed Awakened Tea. Xian Zihao was already sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning his head against the headboard. He seemed to have fallen asleep.
Jiang Ruolan was stunned for a moment before hurriedly walking towards him. She carefully placed the cup on the table and observed him under the dim light of the bedside lamp.
