Qin Yinan walked toward Cheng Qingchong unconsciously to inspect her wound, but as he squatted down before her and reached out his hands toward her, she hugged the thin blanket to her body and curled deeper into the sofa like he was some kind of monstrosity. Her whole body was shaking, and her wet eyes followed his movement cautiously.
Qin Yinan's arms stopped in midair. He stared unblinkingly at Cheng Qingchong for a long time and swallowed deeply before pulling his hands back. Then, he stood up in a hurry and dropped a sentence in an airy tone. "Remember to take the pill—I don't want a certain someone to use a child to leverage responsibility over me again!"
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Cheng Qingchong's body shake violently when he said that, and her face turned even whiter than the color of the walls. He felt like he had imagined it, but his heart also quivered with pain.
