Nan Jing was stunned when he heard her words.

He grabbed the steering wheel tightly and looked ahead.

The thin, red lips immediately disappeared and turned pale.

The ink-colored pupils slowly dyed a layer of bitterness...

He said with difficulty: "Xiao Niannian, I will always be with you."

No matter what identity it is.

Nan Jing's words brought An Xiaonian's thoughts back to ten years ago.

She was ten years old at that time and Nan Jing was eleven years old.

At that time, the Nanjia and Anjia old houses were next to each other, in the Fucheng District of the old city...

Nan Jing is the second child in the family, with an older brother on it, who is eight years older than Nan Jing, so on weekdays, I always don’t see two brothers playing together.

Every time An Xiaonian saw Nan Jing, she saw the skinny young man squatting under the sycamore tree outside the yard, holding a dead branch in his hand, graffitiing randomly on the ground.

When she approached him and tried to talk to him, he always lowered his head and didn't even look at her.

No matter what she said, he always lowered his head, ignored it, and did not reply.

The kind-hearted An Xiaonian felt that this boy was very pitiful.

He has no playmates, is alone, and it seems that his father doesn't like him either.

So, every day, An Xiaonian would find him there and chat with him.

Although, he always seemed to be unable to hear, silently doing his own thing.

Sometimes he would hold his tablet and read it attentively. An Xiaonian couldn't understand the strange words on it.

He ignored her, so she simply picked up the newly bought drawing board of her mother and drew.

Of course, the one she drew the most... it was him.

At that time, An Xiaonian thought this young man was so beautiful.

The skin is white and the eyelashes are very long, like wings, and it looks very good.

But he was really thin, his eyes were a little sunken, and he was so thin that he was skinny that he was left with his bones.

Since then, this beautiful boy has become An Xiaonian's specific model.

Day after day, they are familiar with each other.

Every day, she would find him under the tree.

Talking to him, chattering in his ears about the interesting things about the day.

Slowly, he began to raise his head, listen to her, and began to look at her aura-filled eyes...

However, I never said a word to her.

Until one day, An Xiaonian became ill.

The high fever of thirty-nine degrees was so hot that he was in a daze, he stayed in bed and didn't go to find him.

That day, Nan Jing waited under the tree for a long time, but she didn't come.

He knew where her home was, and he looked in the direction of her home, biting his lips tightly.

She probably won't come, right?

Everyone hates him, so she should be the same as those people, right?

He lowered his eyes, his head ached a little, and painful memories came towards him.

His lips were pale, his body kept shaking, his eyes were covered with red blood, and every nerve in his body gradually became numb.

Nan Jing leaned against the tree in pain, covering his head that was so painful...

Suddenly, I saw her running towards him.

A smile raised his face, like the sun, driving away all the darkness in front of him.

An Xiaonian remembered that on that day, Nan Jing said the first sentence to her.

That's the most impressive thing about her.

"Will you stay with me?"

His face was pale and his voice was hoarse, like an abandoned child.

Her body was uncontrollable, and she nodded heavily.

After that day, An Xiaonian realized that the beautiful young man had always lived in the shadows and blocked himself in the darkness.

No one is allowed to get closer.

She was also glad that she ran out that day regardless of Aunt Yang's obstacles.

{Learn about the past of Jing Xiaoer and Xiaonian first. There will be a detailed description later}
Chapter completed!