Qin Yiren looked at Bo Jinghang in the mirror, who was focused on his task, and couldn't help but smile.
Bo Jinghang slowly tidied her hair, gently tying it into a ponytail, as if it were an important job requiring his full attention.
Being cherished felt great, especially when the person cherishing you is the one you love.
"Xiaoqian, take a look?" He held her ponytail up with his long fingers and looked at her reflection in the mirror: "Do you like it?"
"I like it."
Qin Yiren smiled and thanked him.
Just as she was about to say something more, Bo Jinghang's phone rang.
He took out an iPhone 6, the same model as Bo Jiu's, and answered the call briefly: "Okay, I'll head down now."
Listening to his concise words, Qin Yiren's slender fingers quietly gripped the armrest of the wheelchair, inevitably beginning to feel nervous.
Bo Jinghang put away his phone and bent down to lift her from the wheelchair: "My father and sister are here, I'll take you to meet them."
