Recalling his past with Huang Qian, Bo Jinghang's thin lips unconsciously curved into a smile, immersed in beautiful memories.
Qin Yiren listened quietly, her mood somewhat complex, her voice gentle, "…I'm sorry."
If she hadn't lost her memory, hadn't become Qin Yiren.
Now sitting here, Huang Qian and Bo Jinghang would surely feel surges of sweetness and warmth.
"What's there to be sorry for?"
Bo Jinghang raised his eyes to look at her, the crystal chandelier lights reflected in his dark pupils, twinkling like a night sky, evoking all things beautiful.
Qin Yiren was momentarily speechless, her heartbeat inexplicably quickened.
Knowing this was again an instinct belonging to Huang Qian, she sighed helplessly, "I can feel it, Huang Qian… the former me really liked you."
"Really?" Bo Jinghang's dark eyes brightened, showing rare emotion beyond gentleness, "The feeling you mentioned, are you referring to…?"
"The body's instinctive reaction."
