Since Lu Chen was kidnapped, although Qiao Xin hadn't gone to see him, her worries were actually not any less; she even spent entire nights unable to sleep.
In her dreams, she always saw a blood-stained stick behind Lu Ming.
Was Lu Chen hurt? What's his condition now? Can Qiao Yi really keep Lu Chen safe?
She was worried but dared not to initiate contact; she was scared but didn't dare to ask Qiao Yi, only repeatedly telling herself in her heart that she must not indulge in these thoughts again.
Emotions are like strong liquor; the deeper they settle, the richer they become.
Today, seeing Lu Chen, Qiao Xin almost lost control.
Only God knows how much willpower she used to not throw herself into Lu Chen's arms, and only God knows how much pain she felt when she pushed Lu Chen away!
"Congratulations."
Lu Chen's voice was muffled, Qiao Xin's figure trembled, and she almost turned around to comfort this despondent young man.
