*This chapter contained a mature scene that was not suitable for younger audiences. Please skip if you are feeling uncomfortable. *
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"I don't know how to ask you. Everyone has a past, so I feel that I shouldn't ask. Although I'm very curious, before you take the initiative to tell me about it, I choose to respect your past. I don't want to ask too many questions." Her tone was sincere but what she said really came from her heart.
Xian Zihao sighed and gently held Jiang Ruolan's shoulder. His black eyes gently stared at the smile on her face. "I originally didn't intend to tell you, but you're right. Everyone has a past, but the past is only a past. I won't say it because I feel that there's no need to talk about it, and even more so, I don't want you to know about the past so that you won't be overly concerned about it."