When he hung up the phone, Bo Jinyu leaned against the wall, exhausted. He stretched out his hand and rubbed his brow forcefully.
Seeing her distress, he felt even more pained than she did, but didn't know what to do.
He couldn't guess at all what had happened.
His hands clenched into fists, he slowly walked back to his desk.
It wasn't until after taking a deep breath that he finally calmed his emotions.
After a moment of thought, still worried, he pushed open the door of the study and went straight downstairs, heading toward the back garden.
...
"Anran, Uncle Bo is coming," Zuo Aiai called out softly, having spotted Bo Jinyu approaching from a distance, and gently tapped Anran.
"He's here?" Ye Anran was startled and, wiping away the tears on her face with her hand, sat back in her original spot.
