Gu Qingxin lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling above her. What should she do? What on earth should she do?
If she really left Beiming Han without a reason, would he just be in more pain?
If she told him about her background, would he feel a little better?
She lay there with her eyes open until dawn...
The bedroom door opened, and Tang Rongling immediately stood up. He hadn't slept all night either, his eyes bloodshot.
"Thank you for letting me stay last night," Gu Qingxin thanked him.
"I made some porridge. Eat a little before you leave," Tang Rongling said.
"I..."
"Eat a little, no matter what happens, you have to hold on," Tang Rongling said, looking at her firmly.
Gu Qingxin gazed at him without speaking. Tang Rongling quickly went to the kitchen, brought a bowl of porridge, placed it on the coffee table, pulled her to sit on the sofa, and said, "It's just the right temperature. Eat a little, your health matters."
