Song Ling gazed at the wound on his hand, feeling intensely frustrated.
Not only had Gu Dai failed to notice the injury, but she was also wearing the bracelet given by Su Ting.
Their intimate interaction made his own gift seem like a joke.
Song Ling felt even more like a fool for having rushed to prepare a gift after hearing his grandpa's words.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, pounding his fist against the car seat in frustration.
Zhao Xuan, startled by the sound behind him, felt his heart skip a beat.
He now understood that Gu Dai probably, no, definitely did not appreciate Song Ling's gift.
...
At the Capital Hospital.
Gu Zhi woke up at dawn.
Her hair disheveled, she lay on the hospital bed, her cheeks hollow and pale from repeated stomach washes, looking utterly exhausted.
She couldn't understand why things had turned out this way.
