Jing Qiao detested Beijing.
All her nightmares were here, all the knotty issues were here, so all discomfort was magnified here.
Upon arriving in Beijing, she felt physically unwell, just as Song Boyuan felt out of sorts whenever he left Beijing.
Look, how starkly different they were.
So perhaps it was destined that they shouldn't be entangled with each other.
Jing Qiao could no longer hear any sound beside her, only a buzzing in her ears, roaring with the noisy beating of her own heart.
The surrounding sounds seemed to be covered by a thick layer, as if soaked in water, making every sound indistinct.
"Hey? Hey!" the voice became clearer, then someone waved a hand in front of her.
Jing Qiao blinked and turned her head with difficulty.
Her shoulder had been grasped and gently shaken, "How are you? Are you okay?"
The voice of the newcomer was very gentle, Jing Qiao's blurred vision gradually became clear, and she saw a beautiful, gentle face.
