0293 Trust me, it will be okay.

Fu Qiyuan held the steering wheel with one hand while his other hand remained on Su Ran's eyes until he felt her emotions gradually settle.

"It will be all right."

His low, mellow voice slowly rose, carrying his unique timbre, gently filling the car, wafting slowly, the lingering sound holding a comforting magic.

As Su Ran blinked, her eyelashes lightly swept across his palm, slightly tickling him.

She reached out to grasp the man's wrist, moving his hand away from her eyes, her starry eyes slightly reddened, filling Fu Qiyuan with heartache and also with pity.

"Trust me, it will be all right."

His dark eyes peered intently into hers, firm and assertive, infusing her nearly despairing heart with a glimmer of hope.

All her pent-up restraint shattered in that moment.

"Yeah, I... believe you."

She forced out the three words through her sour throat.

The fire of hope began to spread like wildfire.

Fu Qiyuan's lips curled slightly, and he reached out to ruffle her hair.