"Because I was injured, badly injured, I almost never got to see you again." Ji Chicheng lay against the back of the sofa, conversing with Ji Anning with the last bit of consciousness he had.
As he spoke, he suddenly opened his eyes, seemingly regaining a bit of consciousness, and looked at Ji Anning.
Badly injured... Ji Anning was stunned, her mouth gaping open, "How... how..."
"I'm lying to you."
Before Ji Anning could get her words out, Ji Chicheng chuckled softly, cutting her off. He closed his eyes again, a gentle smile playing on his lips, "I just wanted to go abroad, didn't want to see you anymore... you're so annoying."
His voice grew fainter and fainter.
Half-believing, half-doubting his words, Ji Anning suddenly remembered something and narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "Uncle, what about the injury on your back... what's that about?"
