Lu Jingzhi listened to the sobbing voice in the darkness and felt the probing hand on her face, verifying her wellbeing. She reassured, "I'm fine."
Her voice was full of energy.
No different from usual.
Jiang Wunian insisted on lighting the oil lamp. Under its warm light, the girl opposite him looked much softer.
Lu Jingzhi: "I'm really fine, I have my boundaries."
Experiencing bleeding from all seven orifices was enough once; she wouldn't make the same mistake again.
"But you said you can't," Jiang Wunian argued with a grievance in his voice.
She was so distraught when she heard that!
Lu Jingzhi looked innocent: "I just wanted to say that I can't-"
Jiang Wunian's muscles tensed.
"-I can't sit still, I need to go out and calm down in the rain."
Jiang Wunian: "..."
When she crawled back into her bed, listening to the almost silent click of the door, she knew she was alone in the room.
