"I'm willing to accept your apologies and also become friends with you." Qiao Ran let Wen Shiyu lean on her shoulder, gently patting her back, her voice full of a tender strength: "Shiyu, relax, it's all in the past. No one will use or harm you anymore. You don't need to live with a masked facade. Just confidently be yourself!"
Qiao Ran's voice seemed to possess a certain magic. Wen Shiyu, who was initially troubled and burdened by many things, felt a wave of drowsiness hit her under Qiao Ran's comfort. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she soon fell asleep.
Once Wen Shiyu was in a deep sleep, Qiao Ran effortlessly carried her to the bed, gently tucked her in, left a soft night light on, and walked quietly out of the bedroom.
Upon opening the bedroom door, she saw Han Mo standing in the hallway, his brows tightly furrowed, with a worried look in his eyes.