Even if he had to brave a mountain of blades or wade through a sea of fire, he wouldn't flinch.
Even if it cost him his life, he would never refuse.
"Qiaoqiao, stop talking."
Why did her words sound like she was giving her last instructions?
He was afraid.
Afraid that she would completely disappear from his life.
Outside the Main Building, Lai Qinghuan and Hen Meixin were stopped at the doorstep. The autumn wind suddenly rose, and strands of coldness seeped into the skin.
Hen Meixin rubbed her arms and turned to look at Lai Qinghuan with worry in her eyes. "Qinghuan, are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Now that she had decided to come and make amends, whether she was okay or not no longer mattered.
In the cold wind, they stood for over an hour before a guard finally arrived to take them inside.
Indoors, the warmth was palpable.
Qiao An was seated on the sofa, and Mu Jingxi was peeling fruit for her. She crossed her arms and stared at Lai Qinghuan with a faint, mocking smile.
