"What makes you think that if everyone else is gone and only I'm left, I'll live well?"
"What gives you the right! What makes you think so! Tell me—"
"Xiaoxiao, I…" Xiao Jinsheng felt his defenses against revealing his heart collapse. Through Huaiqing's thoughts, he had already seen the prophecy Huaiqing had glimpsed.
Huaiqing reached out frantically, clearly at a loss, not knowing how to comfort Xiao Jinsheng in that moment.
"It's all fake. Prophecies aren't necessarily true." In the end, Huaiqing tried to patch things up awkwardly.
Xiao Jinsheng looked up, her eyes red, and demanded in frustration, "If it's fake, then why did you still feel the need to hide it from me?"
The commotion by the staircase had also drawn the attention of others.
Li saw Xiao Jinsheng crying and immediately darkened his expression, suppressing his anger as he glared at Huaiqing, "You made her upset?"
