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Yu Jingrong blinked her eyes and suddenly a flicker of light flashed through her pupils as her gaze swiftly moved from his face and settled on the pair of hands resting outside the blanket.
Because she was lying by the bed, she could only see one of them.
But even just seeing one, when she noticed some ferocious wounds still lingering on the back of that slender and well-defined hand, her eyes instantly heated up with emotions.
Although the wounds had already scarred over, her heart ached every time she saw them.
Each time she told herself, "Look how much Li Chengyun actually cares about you, why are you still bothered by the past?"
Even she did not understand, the years they had been apart, who owed whom, who had let down whom?
She reached out with her left hand, gently holding Li Chengyun's right hand, which was large and warm.
