The nurse immediately showed an expression of 'I know all your excuses': "You two must have had a quarrel in the middle of the night. Aren't these injuries from him beating you? Sister, let me tell you, a man who hits others is no good. You're even bleeding, how terrifying is that? No matter how handsome, you shouldn't be with him!"
Xiang Wan: "..."
She couldn't understand how human thought processes could be so astonishing. Was this imagining a couple's intense midnight battle?
How on earth did Zuo Xingyun resemble her boyfriend?
It was only a long time after her wounds had been treated that Zuo Xingyun came out.
His hand had been stitched and was wrapped with thick gauze. Although the blood on his hands had been wiped clean, the blood-stained cuffs of his white shirt and his trousers were still shockingly visible.
"Let's go," he said in a deep and melodious voice, like a gentle stream on an autumn day.
