One of them was the scent pouch that Chu Qing had just given to her father, and the other was...
Qin Jingzhi squatted down, picked up the two scent pouches from the ground, kept his father's, but slowly clenched the other one in his hand.
This scent pouch was handmade by her, wasn't it? But just now, she only took out the one for her father and did not take out this one, which clearly showed that she hadn't intended to give it to him.
So, who was she planning to give it to then?
At this thought, Qin Jingzhi's hand tightened around the scent pouch, feeling something he almost had within his grasp slipping away like quicksand through his fingers, no matter how hard he tried to hold on!
Why... was it always like this?
Always seeming to be a step too late!
If, when they first reunited, he hadn't been engulfed by hatred and had instead sought to clarify and understand everything, then perhaps she wouldn't have fallen in love with Wen Muqing three years ago?