"It's okay."
Without thinking, Bo Jinghang interrupted Qin Yiren's words, realizing his own faux pas.
His slightly stern expression reverted to his usual gentle elegance as he chuckled lightly and continued, "No need to trouble others. For me and Liang Wei, such a small arrangement is no problem at all, so don't worry about it."
Qin Yiren blinked and nodded vaguely.
Even though Bo Jinghang said so, she couldn't quite set her mind at ease.
Taking out her phone to check the time, Qin Yiren lifted the quilt, taking in the pristine white of the hospital room, she said with some emotion, "I really don't like the smell of hospitals. I heard that before and after amnesia, there won't be much difference in details. I really can't imagine how I endured it before."
"Hmm..." Bo Jinghang sighed softly, "Sometimes, personal choices are just beyond one's control."
Qin Yiren looked at him curiously, surprised that her teasing could trigger a man's sentimentality.
