She smiled at him, suppressing the pain of those three years in her memory.
She forced herself not to care about how he had mercilessly violated her in the bathroom and how he hadn't spared her no matter how much she pleaded.
Was this how he treated her when he claimed to have feelings for her?
Lu Moqing paused, seeing the flash of pain in Qiao Xu's eyes, and understood that she was recalling the three years of their marriage. On this point, he could not argue.
"It's stitched up. Be careful not to bump the wound."
Qiao Xu's movements stopped, and she hid all the emotions in her eyes, returning to peace, with no intentions of continuing the topic from before.
Lu Moqing, however, was still unwilling to let the topic drop, and opened his mouth to say: "Qiao Xu..."
Raising her hand to interrupt Lu Moqing, Qiao Xu put away the medicine box and said to him:
