"You said something to me back then that really moved me." Ji Fan reminisced about the past, his gaze softening considerably.
Lian Xinying couldn't figure out what he was referring to.
Because her feelings of gratitude stemmed more from the fact that he saved her, rather than any particular words he had said.
In her mind, the moments that left a vivid impression were all the things Yan Ye had done for her.
Seeing Lian Xinying's bewildered expression, Ji Fan wasn't surprised at all.
"Yingying, back then, you were like someone who'd just returned from the brink of death. You looked like you weren't afraid of dying at all, but deep down, you must've been terrified. I'll be honest with you—I've never been someone who's afraid of death. But when I saw you so small and helpless, I suddenly felt fear... Fear that if I died and you faced danger again, no one would be there to save you. What would you do then?" Ji Fan took a deep breath and felt her gaze settle on him.
