"Xiu, in the next life, I still want to marry you."
"Xiu, meeting you is the happiest thing in my life..."
"Xiu, I love you..."
Secretary Song looked at An Jia's photo, recalling her expressions and smiles, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
How did he ever give her happiness?
He spent so little time with her.
Why didn't he take more time to be with her when she was healthy?
How did he ever give her happiness?
Probably nothing is more aggrieving than marrying him!
For a long time afterward, Secretary Song isolated himself.
Even when Song Ci and Tricky came by, they didn't see him.
He didn't want to see anyone.
Without An Jia, he didn't even want this world anymore.
If it weren't for the promise he'd made to her to keep living, he wished he could go with her immediately.
Xia Yunsheng and Cheng Yanzhi also attended An Jia's funeral, yet they didn't see Secretary Song even once.
