'I know, but I don't want it to be you.'
An Ning felt ill. The moment Jiang Xia finished speaking, an uncomfortable feeling bloomed in her chest.
It was a strange sensation. She didn't sense any mortal danger, but the unfamiliarity of it frightened her.
The turmoil in her heart was swift, and An Ning's mind quickly formulated a response.
"Jiang Xia, thank you, but I am not subject to the Five Deficiencies and Three Shortcomings."
"My master once said that my destiny is quite special."
Hearing her answer, Jiang Xia was still worried and asked again, "Are you sure? I'm not lying. I'm being very serious."
"I know. I'm even more serious."
An Ning's firm reply put Jiang Xia at ease for the time being.
After Jiang Xia spoke, An Ning remembered the car crash and said, "Next time, don't swerve. I can protect myself."
"I know, but I can't help it."
It should have been a straightforward confession, but unfortunately, An Ning misunderstood. "I suppose," she replied. "I understand."
