Cha Qing Luo bit her lip and told herself not to cry, but her tears kept flowing.
Especially when she said that she missed him, she could not control her tears.
Her tears poured down and soaked through Nan jiateng's clothes, burning his heart and hurting him.
She really missed him. She missed him so much that she was always in a daze and worried about his safety.
She didn't even dare to think about it. If Nan jiateng's life was in danger and he wasn 't, what would she do? She didn't even know if she was still alive.
Perhaps she had thought it was ridiculous to say it in the past. No matter how deep their feelings were, they wouldn't have died.
However, she didn't experience it at that time. Later on, when Nan jiateng was really in a life and death situation, she realized that if something happened to him, she might not be able to live on.
During this period of time, she had been in a daze, like a walking corpse.