Qin Yiren lowered her eyes and thought for a moment.
The corners of her vermillion lips curved into a shallow arc, and she said somewhat helplessly, "What you need probably isn't my comfort, at least not from me right now."
"That's just your personal opinion."
Chu Xinian, with an air of composure, revealed a dazzlingly handsome smile: "To me, you are you, the woman I like, and that has never changed."
Such a response again.
Qin Yiren appeared troubled and furrowed her brow, finding it difficult to understand the meaning behind Chu Xinian's words.
Chu Xinian said amusedly, "Alright, I can understand your confused feelings. We can talk about this slowly later; my brother is still waiting for us at home for dinner."
Qin Yiren nodded anxiously.
Immediately, she felt Chu Xinian's words were indeed ambiguous, as if they were truly one family.
Ahead, the customers in line gradually left.
