Chen Qingtian didn't take the small box, and even when she subconsciously turned her head to look at that box, her gaze hadn't touched the box before it quickly darted away.
Xie Lin continued to extend the small box toward her: "What? After so many years, you still dare not even glance at the thing he gave you?"
Chen Qingtian pursed her lips tightly, remained silent, and did not reach for the small box for a long time.
Xie Lin didn't pressure her but simply sat down beside her. "Alright, since you don't want to look at this small box, let's talk about something else. The day he died, I was by his side. When he was unconscious, he kept murmuring one sentence. I didn't understand it for years, only now do I know, that sentence was meant for you... He said, I don't blame you, whatever you want, I will give you, just don't continue like this..."
