Han Jingnian, who had been standing in place, took a step forward towards the two, and as he walked, he looked unblinkingly at Xia Wan'an and spoke again, "Thirdly, An'an, I love you."
An'an, I love you.
I love you.
Xia Wan'an's vision was instantly blurred by a sheen of tears.
Chen Qingtian, who had been ignored, couldn't help but tighten his grip on Xia Wan'an's neck, "Since the two of you are so deeply attached to each other, I'll play the matchmaker for once, let you die together, and be together forever..."
With that said, Chen Qingtian, dragging Xia Wan'an with him, staggered back towards the edge of the cliff.
The difficulty breathing and the pain caused Xia Wan'an's face to turn somewhat purple. She looked at Han Jingnian and shook her head with all her might to tell him not to act rashly.
In fact, she also wanted to tell him that she loved him too, and if she were to go, he should forget her and live well.
Regrettably, she couldn't utter a single word.
