When she thought about how Lu Moqing ignored his deep wound for her sake, walking a long way and standing pale-faced in front of her, her heart ached unbearably.
When Lu Moqing realized that his wife cried because of this matter, he couldn't help but feel both amused and distressed, yet even more delighted.
"It's alright. I had bandaged it at that time. Even if you hadn't wasted time with Qin Shuyi, I wouldn't have easily let her go. Since she wanted to humiliate herself, of course, I had to let the whole world know, to satisfy her wish."
He gently patted Qiao Xu's back, kissed her forehead, and said, "Don't blame yourself, okay? Although the wound looks deep, it's actually not that serious..."
"Then why didn't you let me know?"
Lu Moqing, halfway through his explanation, was interrupted by the unhappy voice of his wife.
Qiao Xu looked up at him, her eyes still a little red, and the dissatisfaction in her eyes was clear and visible.
