"Anning?" Charles feigned confusion for a moment, "Niannian?"
Before Ji Zhengdao could respond, he nodded to himself, "She is indeed very young, but rest assured, she is leading a splendid life with me, just like Acai used to be. Always laughing by my side, with her beautiful peach blossom eyes, always smiling like crescents."
"Get lost, get lost!"
Ji Zhengdao suddenly acted like a fierce beast ready to strike, grabbing Charles by the collar, "Charles, I truly regret not killing you back then."
Assistant Wu watched from the side, sweating for his old master who had just escaped danger.
Charles was still calm, looking at Ji Zhengdao's face turning pale, his lips curling up more proudly, "Unfortunately, there's no cure for regret in this world."
With that, he grabbed Ji Zhengdao's wrist and forcibly pulled it away.
Then he took a step back, bowed his head, and slowly straightened the crumpled collar that Ji Zhengdao had grabbed.
