His eyes held a complexity that Qiao Zhiyi couldn't see, "I won't hurt you."
Qiao Zhiyi took a deep breath; there were originally two questions, but he had only provided one answer.
Some things that were suppressed resurfaced.
She couldn't articulate it, couldn't explain it, her thoughts were all muddled at this moment.
"Let's go back." Qiao Zhiyi gave up, and it was also a compromise.
Yes, whether it was a deception or not, as long as she wasn't hurt, it was fine.
But there was always something lacking in her heart.
The next day at noon, Qiao Zhiyi made a call to An Yun'er.
It took her a long time to build up the courage to dial An Yun'er's number, thinking not to think, but in reality she couldn't help but keep thinking.
Ah Gui was hopeless; he wouldn't say anything.
An Yun'er was still in her postpartum confinement, but she didn't care about that at all.
Qiao Zhiyi had intended to visit her at home, but An Yun'er came out on her own.