"Wanwan, I owe him, he owes me too; separated by a life, there's no way to forget, nor can it be offset."
Ji Wanxia's eyes widened in astonishment, looking at Lin Chu in disbelief, her lips trembling, unable to speak.
"Xiao Chu, you..."
In this world, there's no such thing as true empathy.
The pain she doesn't experience herself, she cannot understand.
Ji Wanxia vaguely felt that when Lin Zongjun passed away, Lin Chu was just like this, with a vast ocean in her eyes, yet not a single tear fell.
She hugged her best friend gently and said, "Xiao Chu, think of Qi Ming, he's still so young, you can't bear to leave him alone, right?"
Qi Ming is the strength that supported Lin Chu through the edge of death to normalcy; she surely couldn't bear to let go.
Her voice was hoarse, "Being with Lu Huai'an is torment for both of us; dying means going to hell, I have no right to see Dad, nor can he see his sister, and Aunt Song, Aunt Song adores me, she would definitely blame him."
