Han Qi reined in his smile and suddenly looked anxiously at Nan Jiaojiao's face. When his gaze returned to Bo Yanching, a shade of dark coldness had already surfaced, "Third Master Bo, your words are too harsh."
Bo Yanching scoffed, "You're so protective of her, then take her."
As the words fell, he was ready to leave.
A cold, clear voice came from behind him: "Bo Yanching."
He halted, turning around.
Nan Jiaojiao only said two words: "Take care."
In Bo Yanching's eyes, a burst of fire suddenly exploded, like fireworks that had once bloomed in the night sky, slowly retreating to darkness, leaving only a haze of ash.
She was bidding him farewell.
After such an ugly scene, she could still remain calm and bid him farewell with as much dignity as possible.
An inexplicable panic welled up in Bo Yanching's heart, and he almost wanted to rush forward to hold her tight in his arms, to cling to him wherever he went, not allowing her to go anywhere, just to stay by his side.