"I'm sorry..."
Ji Xiaoxi didn't know what to say.
She held him tightly, listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest, and for a moment, Ji Xiaoxi suddenly felt so tired.
Over the past more than half a year, the grief of her father's passing, the anger when Lv Manrou relentlessly pressed her, and the patience when Ji Miao stalked and drove her away—throughout all this and the period after, Ji Xiaoxi felt that she could face it all and didn't feel powerless to bear it.
But at this moment, Gu Cheng'an's insight suddenly made Ji Xiaoxi feel that all her exhaustion poured out, rushing in from all directions.
The feeling of becoming weak after finding support was particularly obvious.
"I'm sorry, Chengan, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you..."
Whispering, Ji Xiaoxi buried her head in Gu Cheng'an's chest.
"Silly, how could I blame you?"
Softly speaking, Gu Cheng'an took Ji Xiaoxi's hand and led her to the living room.
