Qin Yiren's cheeks turned red unexpectedly. She looked at the handsome man, with eyes smiling, and said in a soft voice, "You should have confidence in your charm."
"If you were only my Xiaoqian, I would certainly be confident in my charm."
At this point, Bo Jinghang raised his eyebrows and laughed, asking earnestly, "Since you know that five years have passed, is there any substantial difference between the current me and the me in your memories?"
Qin Yiren thought for a moment, silently pitying Bo Jinghang's solitary long years, "After all, five years apart, there must be some differences."
"For example?"
"Your appearance hasn't changed much, but you're steadier than the Bo Jinghang in my memory. I thought it was because the car accident suddenly made you mature. Looking at it now..."
That car accident was from five years ago, and Bo Jinghang's maturity is obviously related to her disappearance.
