Glancing at that line of words, it was very simple, yet it gave Feng Jinglei a hard‑to‑describe sense of warmth.
She felt that the Qin Feimo standing before her now seemed to care about her more than he used to. Although some of the things he did still hurt her deeply, at least she could see his concern. This kind of regard was something he had never given her before.
Back then, aside from indifference, he'd only ever shown her more indifference. Don't even mention caring—he wouldn't so much as look her in the eye.
Putting down the note, Feng Jinglei sat down, quickly ate a sandwich and drank a glass of milk. Knowing they were going back to Jingcheng, she hurried to pack up her things and luggage, afraid Qin Feimo would have to wait for her when he came back.
She was used to preparing everything in advance, so she wouldn't end up flustered and racing against time.
