Gu Zihan silently watched Qiao Xiguan, at that moment unable to articulate the stirring emotions.
Qiao Xiguan wasn't someone who enjoyed discussing domestic affairs. She stood up, "Take care."
Gu Zihan just stood there, staring straight at Qiao Xiguan's back.
Watching her pause slightly, seeming to want to speak, but ultimately leaving without a word.
Qiao Xiguan sat in the car, the driver started driving.
She looked at the distant prison gates.
Having once stayed in that place herself, without firsthand experience, one could not imagine such days.
She turned her gaze to the lofty blue sky and white clouds.
Just now, when she was leaving, she actually wanted to tell Gu Zihan about Yan Xinyan's situation.
After thinking, she felt it unnecessary.
To Gu Zihan, a role that didn't matter, whether living well or poorly, wouldn't stir any waves for him.
She suddenly felt a bit sentimental.
