Zhao Qingqing saw Feng Lin in front of her, ran over crying, and hugged him.
She buried her head in Feng Lin's chest and wept aloud.
Feng Lin gently stroked Zhao Qingqing's hair. He had just been in the factory and hadn't found her whereabouts.
But when he smelled blood, he immediately came over to check and indeed found Zhao Qingqing.
He had thought that Zhao Qingqing was the one injured; it turned out to be someone else who was dead.
"Feng Lin, I killed someone."
Zhao Qingqing's voice trembled.
"It's okay."
Feng Lin smiled and comforted her, finding some gauze from a nearby drawer and bandaging Zhao Qingqing's hand.
"Feng Lin..."
Zhao Qingqing's face was covered in tears. She was a graduate and knew the law.
Even if it was accidental, she could be locked up for ten years.
By then, her youth might be gone.
"Stop crying."
Feng Lin smiled and wiped away Zhao Qingqing's tears, "Rest for a while, sleep and you'll feel better."
"Mm, I want to sleep with you today."
