Qin Yiren snapped back to reality.
Realizing she was intently examining the room of a stranger, her fair cheeks flushed with a touch of pink, and she said awkwardly, "Thank you, plain water will do."
Bo Jinghang gave a slight nod and personally poured her a cup of hot water, adding an extra spoonful of honey.
Qin Yiren took the cup, watching the amber honey slowly dissolve in it, suddenly feeling that this scene was eerily familiar.
Unable to explain this strange déjà vu, she silently sipped the sweet honey water. The warmth and sweetness calmed her as if she were comforted by it, and even her headache seemed to subside.
The room wasn't large, Qin Yiren occupied the only chair, while Bo Jinghang stood tall by the desk, thoughtfully watching her, and the doubts in his mind gradually became clearer.
For a moment, he wanted to directly ask her if she was indeed the Huang Qian he once knew.
But...
