When Xia Beiji walked in, he was carrying a bouquet of white roses—the flowers Song Qingyi had once liked best.
His complexion was far more haggard than when they had last met, with dark, heavy circles under his eyes, yet he still maintained that nauseatingly gentle smile.
"Qingyi..." he said softly. "I heard you were in a car accident. I was so worried."
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