"You don't need to blame yourself or feel guilty. Lan Yue hasn't left; she's always been by my side in her own way, silently accompanying me."
After Xiao Chen finished speaking, he raised his hand and gently caressed the little Xiaolan on his hand, smiling.
An Ziqi's illness is a heartache. She already had physical issues, and if it continues like this, who knows what consequences might arise.
He can only try his best to untie the knot in her heart.
Xiaolan seemed to respond to his words, chirping twice, happily flying onto An Ziqi's hand, its shiny little round eyes looking at her.
An Ziqi's eyes became hot, and she raised her hand to stroke its furry little head.
As she felt its warm, tiny body, tears uncontrollably fell down.
"Chirp chirp."
Xiaolan rubbed its little head in her palm, as if comforting her.
Xiao Chen stepped forward, gently hugged her, "Okay, it's alright now, if you keep crying, Moli will think I bullied you."
Only then did An Ziqi stop her tears.
