Jinhai quietly stepped into Jin's room and saw him rubbing his cheek as he was seated on the bed.
"It has become quite purple," Jinhai commented. First Ai had slapped him, and now Nian hit him too. But Jin seemed unfazed and unaffected even though blood trickled down his wound, a proof of Nian's violence.
Jin raised his head and narrowed his eyes.
"Was that Nian who slapped you?"
Jin smiled. "I expected that. Bro Jian and Bro Nian don't like it when somebody is too stubborn not to listen to them."
"Why did he hit you?"
He glanced at his father. "Is it so difficult to understand or trust me when I say that I am interested in Zhou Ai?"
"It is because you don't like her."
Jin paused his movements. "So you will say the same thing as him?" He then spoke, slightly rattled and agitated, "What? Is everyone an expert on what goes on in my heart?"
