Perhaps it was guilt that softened his voice. Especially when Qin Han put on a facade of wanting to cry but forcing a smile. Her subdued grin was as enchanting as a refreshing spring breeze, despite the hardship she seemed to be enduring.
Qin Han was stunningly beautiful. Her tender fragility, akin to a pear blossom laden with dew, coupled with her pure and captivating temperament, aroused a protective instinct in Xie Bin.
"Alright, Brother Xie. There are still several performances left. Go host them. I don't mind you talking about me like this. But, Brother Xie, I really didn't do anything. I'm used to being misunderstood. Why should I care this time?" Her innocent and pitiful appearance seemed to exude a pretense of strength.
This made Xie Bin feel even more guilty. Before he could say anything, Qin Han had already gone to the stage. Jiang Mei, who had just descended from the swing, glanced at Qin Han and withdrew to backstage.
