Looking into Xia Qingtian's sincere eyes and hearing her powerful encouragement, Cheng Bingbing felt a surge of strength and warmth fill her body.
She tugged at the corners of her mouth and said, "Alright, I won't belittle myself in the future."
"That's the spirit!" Xia Qingtian nodded in approval.
As they continued talking, the speed of the car gradually slowed down.
Xia Qingtian looked out the window and noticed the scenery outside becoming more and more desolate.
It seemed they had left the bustling city center and were now in a more remote suburb. She wondered where Cheng Bingbing was taking her.
Cheng Bingbing glanced out the window as well, assuring a possibly anxious Xia Qingtian, "We'll be there soon."
"Alright." Xia Qingtian was not in a hurry, hearing her assurance, she just nodded.
As predicted, the car stopped shortly after.
Stepping out the car, Xia Qingtian discovered that Cheng Bingbing had brought her to a rather dilapidated nursing home.