"It's just for instance."
"That instance doesn't exist, you'll live to be a hundred years old. I'll have to take care of you then, although I'll be seventy-five when you're eighty. The thing that'll never change is how much I love you," Zhixin humorously said.
"Mhm, then I have nothing else to say. You should go back to sleep, I have to go home."
"Okay, good night Sis."
Zhixin unknowingly hung up the call. Huo Mian, on the other hand, started crying again by the community gates...
Today, Huo Mian turned into a crybaby. The old her rarely shed tears because her personality was quite cold and distant.
However, for some reason today, she felt grateful for all the people by her side.
Zhixin, Mom, Lingling, Xiaowei, she had both family and friends.
These things gave her warmth that no amount of money could buy...