Gu Nuan Nuan's words made Lin Qin's face fall. She had never told anyone what was in the letter her mother had someone bring over. A shiver ran down her spine, and her belief in Gu Nuan Nuan's words, which had been only at thirty percent, shot up to sixty or seventy percent.
"You really shouldn't go." Lin Qin's eyes suddenly reddened as she looked at Zhang Wei Qiang. "My heart is in my throat. Worst case, I'll just say I forgot to tell you and we missed the bus. At most, they'll just complain about me a little." The bus from town to Lin Qin's parents' home only ran twice a day, in the morning and evening. If they missed the morning one, they'd have to wait until three or four in the afternoon.
