Going Home III

If...

Feng Ruqing did not lock them up in the medium back then... They, at least, could accompany her and wait for her to wake up.

"Sorry for making you worry again. I won't lock you up again next time."

Qing Han's tears fell like rain. "You said the same thing the last time."

Feng Ruqing was speechless.

She cleared her throat a little.

"I promise, it will never happen again."

Qing Han's eyelashes fluttered for a moment before she slowly raised her head. "Really?"

"Mhm..."

Next time, she would not give anyone the chance to hurt her again.

"Alright, then I'll trust you one more time." Qing Han was still clinging to Feng Ruqing's body.

 Despite these words, she was still reluctant to let go of her hand, seemingly not quite trusting her mother.