"How did you hurt yourself?" Su Yicheng asked with an impassive expression. His face no longer had its usual warmth. Instead, a sense of austerity took its place, and this frightened Anran somewhat.
Anran yanked her hand away, stood up, and looked at him as she replied somewhat sheepishly, "I accidentally bumped it." She didn't have the guts to tell him that she had been afraid that he would do something to her, so she pretended to be asleep, and that she received the bruises and welts on her hand when she'd bumped her hand against the nightstand in the process of feigning sleep to avoid him.
Su Yicheng stared at her and didn't speak for a long time. Just when Anran was starting to feel a little uncomfortable with being stared at for so long and wanted to open her mouth to say something, he suddenly turned around and hopped off the bed. Anran was thus left sitting there alone and wondering what had just happened.
