"Brother Jing." Gu Mingzhu's watery eyes looked at him, half filled with the sorrow of losing a child, and half with the joy of seeing Jiang Jing. The intertwining of these emotions stirred a protective tenderness in others.
Jiang Jing stood by the bed, his gaze on her face. She used to be the closest person to him, the one he loved the most, yet now she seemed so unfamiliar.
After learning that she had committed so many wrongdoings in the name of love, even causing Jian Fang her life, there was no longer any affection in his gaze when he looked at her.
"Brother Jing, have you been very busy lately? You haven't come to see me. I miss you." At this moment, Gu Mingzhu couldn't maintain her composure. She didn't want to lose Jiang Jing.
She truly loved Jiang Jing.
"I went to Jian Fang's funeral." Jiang Jing stood in front of her without sitting down.
