"Liang Qing, she is a friend of mine. I plan to take the fishing boat with her and go back this Friday."
Liang Qing clenched her fingers suddenly.
It was a completely subconscious action.
She didn't even notice when a sharp needle pierced her fingertip.
It was still Shen Duan who grabbed her hand.
His palm was dry and warm; Liang Qing's fingers trembled, he took some iodine to disinfect the wound, and then took out a band-aid.
"Liang Qing, I will help you with your eyes,"
That was his promise to her.
Liang Qing bit her lip, leaving a clear mark of her teeth, and after a few seconds, she asked, "Is she that important to you? Is she your girlfriend?"
"Not a girlfriend, just a friend."
"You, once you leave, will you really come back?"
"Yes," Shen Duan nodded his head.
Liang Qing lowered her head in silence.
She actually didn't believe Shen Duan's words.
