Ren Chuqing stared blankly at the person before her, his eyes filled with hope, nervousness, and an undeniable deep sorrow.
Once, she had given up on him completely, no longer harboring any sliver of expectation.
And yet now, they could sit together for meals, travel together—it seemed somewhat incredible.
"Jingzhi, I'm grateful, grateful that we can still be like this." At least before her death, she could find some comfort.
Tears, so suddenly, slid down from his eyes.
Ren Chuqing was startled, never having expected Qin Jingzhi to break into tears suddenly, "You... why are you crying? Tissues... tissues..."
She hurriedly pulled out some tissues, stood up, walked around the table, and handed them to him.
"You should wipe your tears first..."
But his hands didn't take the tissue she offered; instead, he opened his arms wide and abruptly wrapped them around her waist, burying his face in her bosom.
"Do you really feel grateful? Or are you just saying that to make me happy?"