Song Qinghuan stared suspiciously at Si Jianan getting out of the car, slightly surprised. What a coincidence, she had bumped into him.
Thinking of the day she rejected him, his injured expression, and his sudden goodbye, coupled with his present haggard appearance.
A ripple of guilt inexplicably fluttered through Song Qinghuan's heart.
But in love, there should be no charity, it would only hurt the other person more.
Only when Si Jianan approached did he notice the faint redness on Song Qinghuan's cheek, marked clearly with five finger prints - she had clearly been slapped.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment as Si Jianan's face turned ashen. He stared at Song Qinghuan's face, his gaze sharp as a blade, "What happened to your face?"
As he spoke, he unconsciously extended his hand, reaching to touch Song Qinghuan's face, "Who hit you?"
Song Qinghuan brushed his hand aside, unwilling to let him touch her face, "It's nothing."
