Yin Weiyi saw that it was Bo Yimo and, very self-consciously, found an excuse, ignoring Tong Yan's pleading eyes, and cheerfully said goodbye to her.
To untie the bell, one must tie it first.
Her pain could only be unraveled by those involved.
Giving her heart to Young Master Mo made her feel much more at ease than with that Qin Yikuo from before. No, no, no, she was silly. The two couldn't even be compared. That scumbag couldn't even match a single strand of Young Master Mo's hair!
The room was very quiet.
Bo Yimo sat down on the edge of the bed. "Darling, what are you worried about?"
His voice was gentle, like a flowing stream, soothing pain and sorrow.
Tong Yan still didn't speak.
Bo Yimo lowered his head and drew her into his arms. "Darling, don't be afraid."
If Tong Yan looked up, she would see his eyes filled with gentle affection, ready to captivate her in an instant.
But Tong Yan only kept her head down.
