The smile at the corner of her lips instantly froze. Qin Yiren pursed her lips in annoyance, once again feeling the inconvenience of her confused memory.
Bo Jinghang smiled slightly.
With his slender fingers, he gently cupped her cheek and gazed into her eyes, "Xiaoqian, look at me."
Qin Yiren silently looked at him, her clear eyes reflecting his figure. As if moved by his calmness, her complex emotions slowly settled.
Bo Jinghang raised his hand to gently rub the top of her head and brought up a matter she cared about: "I remember Auntie brought you a few sets of clothes. Let's choose the prettiest one, okay?"
"Mm!"
Qin Yiren smiled elegantly, allowing Bo Jinghang to bring over her suitcase, and she chose a light-colored sweater and black jeans.
After getting dressed neatly in the bathroom, she returned for another checkup by the doctor. Her measured temperature was already close to thirty-eight degrees, increasing the possibility of being discharged.
