But the harm from past lives, those memories they don't have, yet Gu Jin will always remember them deep in her heart.
The painful torment at the cost of life is indelible in her heart.
"I'll think about it."
Gu Jin hung up the phone before Zhen Youzhi could speak again.
The other party didn't call back, which made her breathe a little sigh of relief.
She hasn't forgiven the Zhen Family, but bound by familial ties, standing on moral grounds, she should go and pay her respects with incense.
Warmth pressed against her from behind, a safe embrace enfolded her.
Familiar scent surged in, Gu Jin naturally leaned against him, sighed lightly.
"What's the matter?" An Mingji approached her ear and pecked lightly.
The voice was gentle, infinite affection no longer needing to be concealed.
Gu Jin tilted her head, avoiding An Mingji's little amorous gesture of blowing air into her ear.
She told him about Old Master Zhen and Zhen Lingling's death.
