An Ning's face radiated with a vibrant smile, "Hm, I'm fine now! Actually, I should thank the experiences from that time. They made me strong and brave. It's like, I know who did those things, but I can't clarify them, nor can I seek revenge. So, I do nothing and just bear it. Then, I realized that the people who truly care about you won't believe those things, and those who do are people that don't matter."
An Ning was like a resilient rose.
Blooming brightly.
Captivating.
Xiao Zimo held her contentedly.
She certainly had a resilient spirit.
Because of the experiences?
Today was a day of rebirth for An Ning.
She no longer had to endure those critical looks. Even if there were, she could hold her head high.
Because she had Xiao Zimo.
Thinking this, her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she fell into a deep sleep.
In her dreams, her face still carried a radiant smile.
