Huo Xiaoran suddenly pulled her to the bed and turned around to press her down. "An'an, how can you be gentle and virtuous? If you do this, I won't be able to leave you for the rest of my life."
"Why? Are you still thinking of leaving me?" Qiao An was furious.
Huo Xiaoran said, "I'm afraid… I'm afraid that you'll leave me. An'an, I'm really afraid. You don't know, without you by my side, I'll live in a daze."
Qiao An hugged him back tightly. "I won't leave you. I'll cling to you for the rest of my life. Okay?"
"An'an, promise me that you'll let me die before you."
Qiao An was speechless.
At that moment, her heart ached. She thought that when Huo Xiaoran spoke about leaving, he was referring to a farewell. Unexpectedly, he meant death.
He'd lost his mother when he was young and lived like an orphan. He'd stumbled out of a depressed world alone. So he was afraid of losing someone again.
"Okay, I promise," Qiao An said with poignance.
