Qiao Yu rose slowly, her legs numb from sitting for so long. She stumbled, and Bo Hanshi was there to steady her. Then, he turned and crouched before her. “Get on. I’ll carry you.” Qiao Yu stood on the steps, hesitating. As if reading her mind, Bo Hanshi glanced over his shoulder. “Don’t you want to see Xiangsi? She’s been crying for you.” Perhaps because she had already prepared herself for their