Nanxi's voice was soft and gentle as the wind, carrying a hint of helplessness, which echoed in his ears. She tugged at the corner of her mouth, seemingly sighing in resignation.
Despite this, Li Weihuan felt as if a sharp sword had gently pierced his heart, leaving him breathless in an instant!
Then he heard Nanxi say, "However, Han Qing is somewhat luckier than me. At least, she gets to spend time with her father regularly. As for me, I've no clue about my parents' whereabouts, what they're doing, if they have forgotten me, or whether I'll be able to see them in my lifetime—all these remain unknown!"
Nanxi unscrewed her water bottle, took a sip, gazed up at the sky, stood up and said to Li Weihuan, "Alright, it's about time, let's go in and take a look, maybe Miss Han is awake!"
"Nanxi..."
Li Weihuan cried out suddenly, his voice trembling slightly.
Nanxi paused for a moment, looking at him, "What's wrong?"
