Gu Qingxin closed her eyes, curled up beneath him like a wounded little animal, shivering incessantly.
...
The next day, when Gu Qingxin woke up, she was the only one on the bed.
There was some pain in her wrists. She lifted her hands to look, and sure enough, the skin on both her wrists was abraded. But it seemed that medicine had been applied, there was a cool feeling. The same was true down there, medicine had been applied too.
The door was pushed open. Gu Qingxin didn't care who it was, she curled back into the quilt and closed her eyes again. Even though she hadn't allowed herself to shed a tear from yesterday to today, the flood of her inner tears was already overwhelming.
Now she was even more determined to make money to pay Beiming Han back.
Seeing that she was still sleeping, Aunt Zhou did not disturb her and quietly left.
