"Yingying, thank you for being with me in a past life, and thank you for being with me in this life." Qin Xue took a couple of steps backwards, holding onto Nangong Beiying's arm, and said sentimentally.
"Do you have a fever?" Although Nangong Beiying said this, the affectionate tone betrayed her feelings. She felt the same way—if not for having Qin Xue by her side for two lifetimes, she didn't know what she would have become. So, this was what she wanted to say to Qin Xue too.
"What are you talking about, Yingying? You're such a killjoy. You really know how to ruin the mood." Qin Xue looked at Nangong Beiying with dissatisfaction, wondering how someone could be so insensitive.
