Funeral

"Haha …" Guan Jingyi only chuckled, his chest trembling. The little girl in front of him had her long hair flowing down, and beside her ear was a sad little flower. She looked even more gentle and obedient, like a little rabbit.

Guan Jingyi's hand was on Xu Anran's hand that was touching her face, and he said: "Regarding grandfather's matter, I had long since prepared in my heart. Your Brother Yi, is stronger than you think."

Xu Anran knew that Guan Jingyi's words were spoken in a firm and unyielding manner, and that he was as strong and steady as a mountain. However, no matter how strong a person was, they would still feel lonely and helpless in the desolate night.

After all, no matter how outstanding Guan Jingyi was, he was still a person with flesh and blood feelings, not a deity.

Xu Anran let out a cry and stood up, her arms wrapped around Guan Jingyi's neck, as she leaned on Guan Jingyi's shoulder and cried until she was hysterical.