Su Binglan raised her head to look at the silent Luo Jin'an. She saw a deep and conflicted feeling in his eyes, one that would make it difficult for others to distinguish his emotions.
She gently held Luo Jin'an's hands and said, "Let go of me first, and I'll continue talking to you.
Still, Luo Jin'an kept his hands firmly in place. Then he said, "I'll let you go when you finish talking."
Su Binglan's mouth twitched. Since Luo Jin'an had suffered so much, she didn't want to argue with him. She said, "You should remember that my parents said I got severely injured from falling off the back of the mountain three years ago, right?"
Luo Jin'an said softly, "Yes."
"I was at the brink of death after that, so many of my actions became out of control. But I regained myself when I woke up from falling into the river. The birthmark the dark spirit left disappeared shortly after that."
