Xia Yangyang saw the pain in Gao Huizhi's face, so heart-wrenching, such agony.
Gao Huizhi was gripping Xia Yangyang's shoulders. "You're not to meddle in these matters anymore, do you understand? If not for your sake, think about Xia Ye, understand? Promise me!"
Gao Huizhi had said this sort of thing before.
But this was the first time he had said it with such finality.
Xia Yangyang felt as though her shoulders were about to be crushed by his grip.
Xia Yangyang nodded somewhat dazedly, "I understand, godfather, I understand."
Gao Huizhi closed his eyes.
It was as though he was covering up all the pain and helplessness.
When he opened his eyes again, Gao Huizhi had regained his composure.