Xia Ling fumbled to straighten her collar, shaking her head vigorously, "It's nothing, nothing, I, I just accidentally scratched myself..."
Her eyes darted around, her speech jumbled, and Qiao Yun could tell something was wrong.
"Don't be afraid."
She lowered her voice.
Xia Ling bit her lip, her eyes brimming with tears, "It's really nothing, stop asking."
Qiao Yun furrowed her brows with difficulty.
After viewing the video, she knew that Xia Ling had been implicated because of her.
The people targeting her had used Xia Ling, not even knowing what they had done to her.
She could clearly sense Xia Ling's fear; the events of that day were a nightmare for her.
Qiao Yun pursed her lips lightly, speaking softly, "It's my fault, I dragged you into this."
Xia Ling's voice trembled as she asked, "Why would you say that?"
"I saw the video."
"What video?" Xia Ling was somewhat panicked.
