Xie Ruotong stayed with them the whole time.
An Ning's hand tightly grasped Xiao Jinxing's hand.
Fingers interlocked.
Xiao Jinxing's other hand was wrapped in thick bandages.
His hand gripped the sword blade, the wound was extremely deep.
"Xiao Jinxing," An Ning murmured, calling out to him.
At that moment, the world had already darkened.
Several hours had passed.
Xiao Jinxing showed no signs of waking up.
His pulse was still there, weak as if it could stop at any moment.
"Please don't sleep, okay?" An Ning called out to him.
Her voice was low.
Choked with sobs.
"Xiao Jinxing, I don't want to experience another life-and-death separation with my beloved. You don't know how long it took me to walk out of the shadow of Fu Xingyi's death. I finally liked you, finally let go of Fu Xingyi, finally fell in love with you so much… You promised, you wouldn't leave me! Never leave me again!"
An Ning's emotions were overwhelming, making her body tremble uncontrollably.
