When they were together, Bo Jinghang almost never mentioned his family, and Qin Yiren just assumed he didn't want to talk about it, so naturally she wouldn't ask.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and for the first time, Qin Yiren saw hidden sorrow and fatigue behind his seemingly indifferent expression, finding it hard to offer condolences.
Having lost her adoptive mother herself, she vividly remembered how it felt at the time, when it seemed like the sky had fallen.
She could empathize with a large part of Bo Jinghang's feelings.
Bo Jinghang didn't seem to need her comforting either. With a lowered gaze and a smile, he changed the subject: "Apart from the Ferris wheel, do you want to try the roller coaster?"
She understood he didn't want to bring up those painful memories.
Qin Yiren, feeling a pang of sympathy, pinched his fingertip, glanced at the people screaming on the roller coaster not far away, and smiled agreeably: "Sure, are you afraid?"
