"It's me."
Bo Jinghang lowered his eyes to look at her, his handsome face carrying a complex smile, his voice deep as he said, "I'm sorry, I've waited for a long time. I don't want to wait any longer."
Qin Yiren looked at him blankly for a moment.
Her eyes, clear and black-and-white, were filled with shock and indecisiveness.
Bo Jinghang's expression was tender as he met her eyes, enticingly saying, "Xiaoqian, do you remember me?"
Xiaoqian...
Who was he calling?
Was she Qin Yiren? Or Huang Qian?
Countless memories surged in her mind, and Qin Yiren's handsome brows slightly furrowed, her face instantly paling to the extreme, a severe headache causing her vision to blur, uncontrollably fainting.
Around her, frightened people rushed to the railing to look down, confirming that the man who fell was unharmed.
Looking again at Bo Jinghang's somber expression, everyone's eyes were filled with fear.
