"You're exhausted."
Zhan Qipei's hand caressed Qiao Jing's face, looking at her as if she were a treasured possession.
In his eyes, nothing else in the world could exist except for Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing gazed into Zhan Qipei's deep, dark eyes, which held only her reflection.
This reminded her of the time in the car when, despite her mentioning Jiang Ling's incident with just a single sentence, the man had believed her without any hesitation.
A warm current passed through her heart, slowly flowing to every part of her body from the bottom of her heart, as if much of her weariness had dissipated.
Qiao Jing uttered a sound of agreement and slowly closed her eyes.
Zhan Qipei made sure she was properly covered with the blanket and tiptoed out of the rest room.
As soon as he opened the door of the rest room, Zhan Qipei saw a person who shouldn't have been there.
At the same time he closed the door, the tenderness on his face disappeared without a trace,
