Bo Jinghang smiled slightly, his long fingers gently hooking her slender fingertips, slowly holding them in his palm.
This soft warmth was something he had sought for a long time.
Now that he could finally hold it again, how could he easily let go?
...
After a long journey of ten hours, Qin Yiren leaned against Bo Jinghang's shoulder, sometimes awake and sometimes dozing off, until the plane slowly landed in Jianghai.
Returning to the familiar city again, the time was just nine in the morning.
Qin Yiren had been conserving her energy along the way, and now she was sitting in the airport's VIP lounge watching people come and go, her right hand keeping ten fingers interlocked with Bo Jinghang's, drawing the courage she needed from it.
Meanwhile, she silently took a deep breath, sent a message to Yan Xiaye, and then dialed Chu Xinian's number.
According to their prior arrangement, today was the date for her to meet with the psychologist.
