It was a lighthearted remark, similar to saying someone "saved the galaxy in their past life."
Ning An had spoken without thinking, never expecting Xi Siyuan to take it so seriously or react with such intensity. Yet, seeing his grave, earnest expression—the look of a man whose old wounds had been touched—she found she could not bring herself to tell him it was just a joke.
She stared at him, dazed, her mind racing as she desperately tried to conjure a way to comfort him.
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