He put the divorce application into the canvas pocket and turned back to look at Gu Qiaoqiao, "I know you're eager to return, but you were frightened yesterday. The doctor prescribed some sedatives. Remember to take them in an hour, and the woman you saved yesterday hasn't woken up yet. The human traffickers are still being interrogated. I think we should leave tomorrow afternoon..."
Gu Qiaoqiao nodded without hesitation, "Okay."
Qin Yize's gaze fell on the top of Gu Qiaoqiao's head and lingered briefly before he walked out with the tray.
In the afternoon, the young girl woke up. Her memory, like Gu Qiaoqiao's in her past life, was of being smothered with a cloth over her mouth and nose, after which she knew nothing.
Then, in her hazy memories, it seemed like she was dreaming, with all sorts of voices in the dream. But what she remembered most clearly was the crisp and anxious voice of a young girl.