Qiao Zhiyi suppressed her excitement, maintaining her rationality for fear that people around were still watching her.
"It's okay." Shi Jingzhou knew what she was worried about and whispered in her ear, "No one is tailing us."
Upon hearing this, Qiao Zhiyi tightly embraced his waist, burying her face in his chest, sobbing, "Are you okay? I've missed you..."
Shi Jingzhou's throat tightened, his voice hoarse, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
Qiao Zhiyi held him tightly, "I trust you, I've never doubted you."
She had to let him know her feelings; she would not doubt him again, nor would she misunderstand him because of someone else's words. During their time together, she had learned not to easily doubt others.
Especially him.
Shi Jingzhou kissed her forehead affectionately, cupping her face, his gaze intense, "Thank you."
At that moment, her "trust in him" gave him great strength.
The only thing he feared was that she would misunderstand him.