Chu Xinian gazed long at her small face, speaking softly: "...No."
She knew it.
Qin Yiren nodded gently and was just about to change the subject when her vision suddenly blurred, and she fell into the firm and warm embrace of a man.
"Yi Ren."
He leaned down to hug her, burying his forehead beside her neck, like a bewildered boy, his voice hoarse and restrained: "At this moment, don't reject me."
Qin Yiren hesitated to speak, trying to push away, her hands slowly stopping.
Averting her eyes to avoid seeing Chu Xinian's expression, she felt an indescribable emotion stirring within, realizing the person he was hugging wasn't really her.
Or rather, not the clueless her at this moment.
In view of Chu Xinian's deep feelings for another version of herself, Qin Yiren remained silent for a moment, speaking before the situation could escalate: "Is it enough?"
The soft tone broke the warmth inside the car.
