Qin Yiren hesitated to speak, feeling a surge of joy, guilt, worry, and anxiety, lightly biting her lower lip and closing her eyes.
Bo Jinghang planned a future that belonged to both of them, and how could she not have thought about it?
However...
Just as she had said earlier, she was no longer the student from the Medical University that she once was.
Having found her family, and with treasures she could not abandon, once her identity became complex, naturally she had to take up her corresponding responsibilities. Who could really just think for themselves?
Perhaps some people can be so ruthless.
But she never thought to hurt those she loved and those who loved her.
"Jingxing."
After taking a deep breath silently, Qin Yiren mustered the courage to mention the matter of psychological therapy, looking at the elegant and handsome man in front of her with a complex expression, "I..."
Before she could finish speaking.
