Jiang Shuxia's eyes flickered with tears. She wrapped her arms around the man's neck and focused on her eyes seriously. Lingxuyao, promise me, if one day, something really happens to me on my back and I really die, you must live on properly, or else I won't be at ease even as a ghost, do you know? Your depression will only make my heart ache. Do you know how much my heart hurt at that time? I am dying of pain again, I am by your side, I have always been, watching you depressed, but I can't do anything about it. I regret leaving you. At that time, I already thought, if I was given another chance, no matter how painful it is, I would never leave you, never leave your An City. "
"You are the man I love so dearly — that's what you always look like in my eyes!" Jiang Shuxia pursed her lips. No matter whose son it was, he only had the same identity as Lingxuyao in her eyes.