"Don't speak, don't think, don't cry! It's all in the past now. Nothing like this will ever happen again," Qin Fan said, his voice painfully hoarse as he gently stroked the silky black hair scattered across Jiang Yino's back.
"Qin Fan, since fate has irrevocably bound you to my life, then let me be your woman!"
Gone was her past shyness, her former demureness. After this series of events, Jiang Yino seemed to have matured immensely. Her voice, though light and muffled by tears, was now filled with determination.
At the age of eighteen, she had experienced the emotional turmoil of a twenty-eight-year-old and forged the mentality of a thirty-eight-year-old.
When a person survives a crisis, their mind can leap forward by a thousand miles. If they cannot, their spirit collapses completely. Fortunately, Qin Fan's timely arrival meant Jiang Yino had made it through this fork in the road.
If Qin Fan hadn't appeared when he did, what fate would have awaited her?
