It hadn’t been that long since Cheng Xi had last seen Lin Fan, but he seemed to become much thinner, his face was now wan and sallow, and his overall demeanor exuded exhaustion.

She felt like she was once again looking at that miserable high school youth who was silent and dyed with a melancholy unbefitting of his age.

He looked at her for quite a while before he turned towards his mother and hoarsely said, “Ma, I’ll promise you, I’ll promise you anything. Please, can you drop this matter about transferring Jiaman away?”

Lin Fan’s mother glanced at Cheng Xi before responding, “You promise?”

Almost as if she were asking Cheng Xi.

Lin Fan looked down. “Yes.”

And then his mother left; of course, before leaving, she also dragged Lin Fan away, and warned Cheng Xi one last time. “I’ll still transfer her away if her illness doesn’t improve.”

Of course, this warning was more of an excuse, a pretense that gave off the impression...