"yes!"

An Xiaomi actually admitted it directly, looking quite proud: "I threw away the love letter she secretly sent to you. What, you're not convinced?"

Xu Zhimu was so angry that he was speechless for a long time, but looking at An Xiaomi lying on the hospital bed, he finally just smiled helplessly: "Aren't you a little unkind?"

No wonder, I remember that the last time we met, the girl seemed to have glared at me fiercely. She was still a childhood sweetheart after all, and she sent a love letter without any reply.

It would be weird if I didn’t blame myself for this.

"Honest? You still have the nerve to say that?"

An Xiaomi seemed to be in high spirits. She raised her fair face and said, "I just threw you a love letter. Do you dare to say how many love letters you have thrown at me?"

Xu Zhimu suddenly lost his temper, his old face turned red, and finally he coughed dryly: "This is all in the past, why are you bringing this up... Qingqing made chicken soup for you, come and try it quickly."

Xu Zhimu went to bring a bowl of chicken soup.

An Xiaomi hummed proudly, squinted at him, and finally sighed suddenly: "Zhimu, do you think in this world, are our childhood sweethearts destined to be defeated by the sky?"

Xu Zhimu fed her a spoonful of chicken soup and asked with a smile: "Have you watched too many neon cartoons?"

An Xiaomi drank the chicken soup and felt warm all over, but her eyes were shining: "Think about it, you and Chen Qiaoran were actually supposed to be childhood sweethearts, but suddenly that day I showed up and snatched you away.

Then Sister Ningqing appeared again..."

An Xiaomi sighed deeply: "Maybe this is the fate of childhood sweethearts."

Xu Zhimu looked at her, smiled softly at last, and stretched out his hand to touch her cheek.

"It's different. Our world is not a youth pain drama, but a perfect youth comedy."
Chapter completed!