Jian Dan thought that when she made this phone call, she would calmly tell Bo Qin, but when she heard Bo Qin's voice, she realized, no, she couldn't.
Her emotions completely collapsed, she couldn't form words, her mind was in chaos, she didn't even know what she should say.
All she did was cry continuously, as if she was finally releasing all the grievances from the past few months.
Bo Qin clutched a pen in his palm, the tip was piercing into his flesh, but he didn't feel it at all, only hearing the sobbing from the other end.
It was like an invisible giant hand clutched his heart, his pulse, ready to pull him into endless suffering.
He could only lower his voice and coax her gently, again and again.
As time went by, Jian Dan finally cried herself out and calmed down. She told Bo Qin softly, "Uncle Qin, I'm very scared."
When he heard her say 'I'm very scared,' Bo Qin's heart twisted brutally, as if it was being slowly ground away by a blunt object, it was very painful.
