He didn't know if it was water in his nose or something else, but Ji Chicheng's voice was nasal.
Anning felt an extraordinary pain in her heart as she listened. She held his head with both hands, spread her fingers, and inserted them into his thick hair, sniffing as she said, "I'm already so bad, my heart is so hurt, what more do you want me to do?"
There was a tone of helplessness in her voice, mixed with a complaint.
After she had spoken, she was the first to break down, bowing her head, covering her mouth with one hand, as tears fell one after the other.
She took a breath, and her whole body trembled.
"So, I am causing you so much pain."
Ji Chicheng suddenly looked up, gazing at the weeping Anning, and smiled a self-mocking smile.
It was extremely cold.
After mocking himself, he pressed his hands against the edge of the bathtub and slowly climbed out, stepped out of the bathtub, and dragged his wet body, staggering toward the exit of the bathroom.
