Jia Qiulian shook her head. "Being alive, I already feel grateful enough."
Liang Zixuan could not help but look at Jia Qiulian's wrist. She was wearing a mink fur coat and the sleeves covered half of her palms. The scar on her wrist was not visible, but Liang Zixuan had heard her story from Qin Yu. She knew that Jia Qiulian had it.
She was afraid that Jia Qiulian would notice something, so she just glanced at her, then looked away. "Then what do you think of Hui?"
Jia Qiulian frowned. "Hui?"
Liang Zixuan smiled and reminded her. "Han Cihui. Sometimes we call him that in the family."
Jia Qiulian nodded. "He is very kind. Being able to meet him in this life is my good fortune from my past life."
This answer was tantamount to not answering. Liang Zixuan smiled and said, "You know what I mean. That's not my question."
