Jing Wanpeng watched Luo Qiao walk away, a hint of bitterness flashed through his heart, and then he looked at An Siyun who was sitting opposite him. The person he would spend his future with was this clever little girl in front of him. Thinking about it, it seemed pretty good.
Luo Qiao was right, coming to this world you have to leave something behind. He and Luo Qiao had missed each other for two lifetimes. Maybe it was fate, they had destiny without the right circumstances.
An Siyun looked at Jing Wanpeng: "Brother Jing, do you know Sister Luo?"
An Siyun always felt that Jing Wanpeng's emotions had fluctuated just now, but upon closer inspection, she couldn't see anything.
