The taxi stopped, and Qin Zhi'ai took a step forward. Just as she was about to pull open the door, Gu Yusheng reached out by reflex and grabbed hold of her wrists.
Qin Zhi'ai's body stiffened. Not daring to turn around, she felt her eyes fog up.
"Qin Zhi'ai."
Gu Yusheng paused before finally saying, "Take good care of yourself."
For all the years that I've known you, although I've never taken care of you, I would still want to tell you to take good care of yourself.
Qin Zhi'ai felt her eyes sting, and tears began to trickle down her cheeks. She moved her lips a few times before eventually managing to say, "I will."
I will take good care of myself and our child.
Tears now poured down her face like pearls dropping from a broken necklace, but she forced herself to smile and, with a hint of happiness in her voice, said, "Master Gu, the same to you, as well. Please take care of yourself."
