"Qin Xue, how can I just leave you and walk away? How could I face Molin when I get back?" An Hao cried. Qin Xue was so good to her, and the pressure on her was immense, leaving her in agony.
"No matter what, just tell the truth, and he will understand. He won't blame you." Qin Xue's words were meant for Chu Molin, and he would understand upon hearing them.
The critical point now was that An Hao was in the way, so Qin Xue had to find every possible way to make her leave.
Only then could she proceed to the next step.
"But..."
"No buts. Leave as I told you. Only if you leave will I have hope when I return, right?" An Hao wanted to say something more, but Qin Xue wouldn't let her continue. She simply pinned the hope of the situation on her shoulders.
