The Past Life 97  

Di Ming's heart ached. He clenched his fists tightly, restraining that pain.

"Little Nine..." He opened his mouth slowly. "If I have lied to you about something, can you... Forgive me?"

'Lied to me?'

The Ninth Emperor laughed silently. "I will forgive you."

"Seriously?"

"Well, I will not be angry with an unimportant person unless you have done something to hurt my loved ones. As for the rest, I can forgive you..."

'I will not be angry with an unimportant person…'

Di Ming's heart felt like it had been hit, and the pain was somewhat unbearable.

He closed his eyes slowly, suppressing the pain inside, before gradually opening them back. His handsome face looked calm...

However, those eyes contained a deep pain that could not be suppressed.

"I know Little Nine. I won't give up on you."

He had liked her for so many years.

He had waited and searched for her for so many years.