"Jian Dan?"
Seeing Jian Dan remain silent, Bo Qin called out, and only then did Jian Dan stand up from her seat. It's been two years, and she's grown a little taller. She walked over step by step, and Bo Qin saw her flawless, delicate face and faint gaze.
For some reason, Bo Qin suddenly felt very reluctant to face such a Jian Dan.
Jian Dan smiled, "Uncle Qin, thank you. I'll drink it in a while."
Saying this, she walked past Bo Qin, sat down by the small table, and slowly sipped the sweet soup, yet in reality, she tasted nothing.
In these two years, did she resent Bo Qin?
In truth, not so much resentment; tests and examinations filled every corner of her life, leaving her no extra energy to think about Bo Qin. Only when she was alone did she think more.
Bo Qin came over and sat across from her, "Do you hate the way Uncle Qin has treated you these past two years?"
