Qin Yiren smiled softly without answering.
Compared to her, Bo Jinghang had stayed hopelessly at the school, waiting for nearly six years, such deep affection she could not repay.
Even if Bo Jiu truly made things difficult for her, for the sake of Bo Jinghang, what did a little grievance matter?
"Xiaoqian..."
Understanding her thoughts, Bo Jinghang tenderly raised his hand to lightly touch the band-aid on her cheek, subconsciously asking her the same question: "Does it hurt?"
Qin Yiren couldn't bear to let him worry and instinctively prepared to deny it.
Immediately she felt this scene was familiar, the difference lying in the roles they had just played.
Her heart softened as she lifted her gaze to him, Qin Yiren no longer continued their mutual concealment, and with rare honesty, she softly said: "A little."
Bo Jinghang's handsome eyebrows instantly furrowed, and he mused: "Jiang Yun is a psychiatric patient, the law can't do much to her, but I won't easily forgive her..."
