This possibility indeed provided some comfort to the troubled Qin Yiren.
Slowly releasing her grip on Chu Xinian's sleeve, she looked up at him with her small face and hoarsely asked, "The doctor said it takes three days. Do you have time?"
"As long as you're ready, I can make time anytime."
Chu Xinian gazed down at her still pale face, worriedly asking, "Yiren, are you really ready?"
Qin Yiren hesitated.
Silently taking a deep breath, she leaned limply against the sofa in the private room, staring blankly at an artistic-looking circle on the coffee table.
Chu Xinian did not rush her, quietly taking a seat beside her at a not-too-far, not-too-close distance.
Letting her know that he was there, that she was not alone.
After a while.
Qin Yiren exhaled a sigh of relief and said in a low voice, "Hmm, but I need to discuss with Bo Jinghang about the specific timing."
Narrowing his long eyes slightly, Chu Xinian had no reason to reject her: "…Okay."
Even though he said that.
