It seemed that with this moment, he could embrace the latter half of his life.
He seemed to have said a lot, yet seemed to have said nothing at all...
Old Chen eventually drove, but he still didn't know where he was being taken. As he blacked out, he lost consciousness.
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Dong Xin Yan got out of the taxi and walked slowly towards Cheng Ziyang. Cheng Ziyang, seeing her, immediately approached her in big strides, naturally taking her hand and said softly, "Xinxin, you came."
Dong Xin Yan responded with a low hum, her dark eyes slightly lowered, not daring to meet the brightness in Cheng Ziyang's eyes. As she saw it, the courage she had mustered gradually faded away.
"Luckily you came, otherwise I was really afraid something might happen to you, or... that you wouldn't come?"
Cheng Ziyang's voice was still so gentle, even with a teasing tenderness, yet it pressed heavily on her heart like a mountain.
