Xian Zihao's expression darkened as he held her hand tightly. "Ruolan, I ..."
Jiang Ruolan smiled and shook her head, "It's also because of you; for the first time, I feel sadness and despair after hope. If it wasn't for your appearance and if it wasn't because you didn't like interfering in strangers' affairs, I would not see the world clearly. There are many things that I actually cannot rely on others to survive."
"Zihao, in fact, you were the one who taught me the first lesson of my life. You always said that I was like a hedgehog, but in reality, this hedgehog was born because of you. That winter, I learned to be independent." As Jiang Ruolan spoke, she smiled and looked at him.
Seeing the deep pain and remorse in Xian Zihao's eyes, she intentionally made the smile even wider. After that, she giggled and asked, "What? Feeling sorry? Regret it?"
