"Okay, I will." Song Qingchun waved goodbye to Qin Yinan and left, closing the door behind her.
Qin Yinan was left alone in the room. With his hands behind his head, his laid in his bed and looked up at the ceiling. His gaze started to falter.
Actually, the question he wanted to ask earlier was, "You're the person who replied to my poems, right?"
However, he couldn't bring himself to voice the questions. He searched through her box thoroughly that afternoon and realized most of the things inside were related to him. They were little trinkets to record her youthful infatuation with him.
All this while, Qin Yinan had thought that she viewed him just like a big brother, just like she viewed Song Cheng. He hadn't expected her reliance on him was more than that between siblings.
