Lin Qiao handed everything to Song Tingfan, "You can deposit it tomorrow, just under your name."
Song Tingfan accepted it, "Deposit it under your name."
He paused for a moment, "When are you going back? The wedding is just a few days away, Aunt Lin said you should stay at your parents' house for a few days."
"I'll go back in a couple of days."
Seeing his lips pressed together, Lin Qiao quickly added, "I have appointments for the next two days to discuss vegetable prices. Once that's settled, I'll go back."
"Okay."
Song Tingfan sat on the edge of the bed without getting up, staring at Lin Qiao for a long time. He softly said, "You won't leave, right?"
His tone revealed an imperceptible anxiety.
He had been having nightmares again recently; the dreams felt too real. Sometimes he couldn't tell if he was dreaming or if it had actually happened.
Seeing her standing safely in front of him, his heart felt much more at ease.
