I Don't Want to Owe Anyone

Ba obediently lied in front of Xiao Ling, and from time to time, he would raise his head and whimper. Xiao Ling looked straight ahead, and with a lonely expression on his face, he used his hands to support his lower jaw.

"Drink some water. If you really can't forget those things and can't speak of them, then forget it. If it was me, I wouldn't want to recall such a tragic experience." Zhang Qian poured a cup of water and pushed it in front of Xiao Ling, then patted her shoulders to express his sympathy.

The wild curiosity in his heart disappeared at this moment. Everyone should have their own secrets in their hearts. He shouldn't force others to do what they wanted.

Hearing that, Xiao Ling automatically turned around, raised the teacup with both of his hands, and lightly took a sip. In the mouth of the sweet and sweet tea, her dry throat instantly became moist, and the layer of mist in his heart also gradually dissipated.