The conversation ended with Shen Qian slamming the door and leaving. Song Lin calmly watched his retreating figure. Soon, the smile disappeared, and his eyes grew darker.
The bloodstains on his cheek and the darkening bruise on his lip did nothing to diminish his handsomeness. The shadow cast by the curtain fabric perfectly enveloped him, making it impossible to discern his expression.
After a while, he tentatively touched the scratches on his face. He could distinctly feel the unevenness. Song Lin's whole aura suddenly turned cold. He licked his lip and spat out a mouthful of blood-tinged saliva, gritting his teeth. "Shen Wan! You better not provoke me in the future..."
Outside the door, He Huai, who was still unclear about the truth, was even more anxious than the people involved. Seeing Shen Qian come out, he immediately approached. "Have you two resolved your issues? Isn't it time to clarify what exactly happened..."
