Qin Yiren silently took the ice cream and bit into it.
She sneaked a glance at the elegant man beside her, desperately wanting to ask why the difference between the Imperial Capital and Jianghai was so strangely vast. However, she had never visited the Imperial Capital before, making it difficult to ask such an inexperienced question.
Since she didn't speak up, Bo Jinghang was even less likely to explain proactively, merely maintaining a façade of normalcy.
Thus, Qin Yiren found it even harder to raise the topic.
She could only digest her shock quietly, withdrawing her gaze and sitting unaffected, mentally preparing herself to remain composed no matter what.
In no time, the cemetery where Bo family's mother was buried was within sight.
The car stopped outside the cemetery, and Bo Jinghang assisted Qin Yiren in alighting.
After nearly a month of meticulous care, her recovery was excellent. She no longer needed a wheelchair, though her movements were still slow.
