Lu Weixi knew he was bloody, but she had no idea his body was also so severely wounded.
Her fingers gently traced the spot on his back where he'd been hit. He shivered violently at her touch, his brows furrowing slightly.
Lu Weixi quickly withdrew her hand. "Does it hurt?"
Qin Zhiyou shook his head. "No, it's nothing. It just looks worse than it is. When my father used to beat me as a child, it was much worse."
The lighter he made it seem, the more she felt for him. She carefully covered him back up with his clothes. Qin Zhiyou beckoned her closer; she laid down next to him, their faces opposite each other.
Lying like this, she could see the bandages tied around his forehead, like a swipe of courage in an animated film. His slightly disheveled bangs gave him a handsome yet somewhat desolate look.
"I'm sorry. If it weren't for me today, you wouldn't have ended up like this." He tenderly moved a few strands of hair from her forehead, smoothing them behind her ear.
