At this moment, Bo Jinghang's words are so gentle and sincere.
They're definitely not just the deceitful sweet talk under the moon and flowers; each word and sentence pierces the heart with pain.
Qin Yiren, with tears streaming down her face, whispered softly, "Jinghang… No matter what becomes of us, I will never forget you again."
"I trust you."
Bo Jinghang tenderly kissed her forehead, his voice gentle like an invisible sigh, "I'll accompany you back to Jianghai tomorrow morning. You've just recovered, and emotional upheaval is bad for your health. Don't think about anything, just rest early."
Qin Yiren nodded with tears, her eyes shimmering with watery light, watching Bo Jinghang leave.
Within a single day, she learned unimaginable truths, needing a moment of solitude to quietly sort through the chaotic thoughts in her mind.
