Qin Yiren has never been the type to wear a false face; she can't tell lies flawlessly.
So.
Even if her answer is half true, it still sounds a bit forced.
Chu Xinian stood tall before her, looking down for a moment, his eyes dim, as if making excuses for her, he said, "I don't blame you for not remembering me now."
Qin Yiren closed her eyes, the piercing pain in her heart intensified, feeling a sudden pang of guilt.
Indeed.
She cannot bear his tenderness.
Just then, Qin Er, who had been observing them, immediately approached with a laugh, breaking their impasse, "Yi Ren, Bao'er is always sucking her fingers, is she hungry?"
Qin Yiren snapped back to reality, watching the little one nestled obediently in Qin Er's arms, seemingly fond of this handsome uncle.
She asked the nanny to prepare a bottle and deliberately avoided Chu Xinian, patiently coaxing Bao'er to play for a while.
Then.
