Regarding this point.
Chu Xinian believes that he and Bo Jinghang have an unspoken understanding, but Qin Yiren doesn't need to know this, and the rest will depend on their own abilities.
Qin Yiren shifted her posture while holding Bao'er, quietly moving her sore arms, temporarily not wanting to discuss similar matters with Chu Xinian.
After all.
As long as her memory doesn't return, such topics are meaningless.
"Let me."
Noticing Qin Yiren's furrowed brow, Chu Xinian disregarded her opposition and gently took Bao'er into his arms.
From mummy's fragrant, soft embrace to daddy's hard chest, Bao'er grumbled in dissatisfaction, her curly eyelashes fluttering as if she might wake up at any moment.
Qin Yiren held her breath, lightly grasping Bao'er's small hand, trying to soothe the little one's emotions.
Chu Xinian smiled faintly, humming that inexplicable tune quietly.
