Ji Qingyan's heart raced as she felt a surge of emotions.
It was at this moment that she realized something profound.
There were no wounds that couldn't be healed, no downfalls that couldn't end.
Everything lost would return in another form.
Just like her feelings now.
Rip!
Lin Yi removed a piece of gauze and carefully re-bandaged the wound. He then wrapped the bloodstained bandage around his abdomen, intending to replace it with a new one the next day.
"Does it still hurt?"
Ji Qingyan's voice trembled as she asked in the moonlight.
"I survived the days without you. This little pain is nothing."
"Stop with the smooth talk! You deserve the pain!"
A woman's mood could change like the weather in April—suddenly and without warning.
Ji Qingyan didn't respond to Lin Yi. She turned around, lay down on the floor, and angrily faced away from him without any intention of turning back.
