He trailed off. Lin Qingping’s hand fell away from his. His words—"something to take care of"—were enough for her. She would never hold him back. If he had business to attend to, then he should go. "I... I'll walk you out," she mumbled, head bowed, fighting the stinging tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. "No need," he said. "You stay and eat. We need to move quickly." *Oh...* So he thou