Time that only belonged to the two of them...
Perhaps, it was already running out.
With the signs of memory recovery looming, no one could predict what kind of choice she would make after regaining her memory, not even she herself.
"Xiaoqian, the therapist you mentioned, is he the man I saw at the hospital last time?"
Bo Jinghang lowered his gaze to her, his thin lips pressed into a line, his eyes so dark they revealed nothing of his emotions, "Is it the man who claimed to be an image consultant?"
As if pierced by his gaze, Qin Yiren couldn't bear it and lowered her eyes, whispering, "…Yes."
"Why didn't you tell me you were meeting with the therapist?" Bo Jinghang's expression darkened slightly, his long fingers gripping her slender wrist, forcing her to meet his eyes, "Or are you saying you want to return to Chu Xinian's side?"
Perhaps in a moment of urgency.
