YuYan is dumbfounded after she saw the mess in her room. She frowned while looking at the broken glasses, ruined table, and messy bed that came into her sight.
Then her eyes falls on Li FuJin who is sitting on the floor. His back leaning to the side of the bed, one of his arm is leaning on his bent knee, there is blood dripping from his hand.
Despite feeling her presence, Li FuJin did not move. His face remained dark, staring at the floor, not even looking at YuYan.
His imagination is running wild thinking where she could have been kept on flashing in his mind.
He can only listen to her footsteps getting closer until YuYan stood in front of him. She then knelt in front of him and took his wounded hand. Li FuJin did not speak nor struggle; he just let her do whatever she wants.
