"That's in the past now," Shen Anlingzi couldn't continue, her eyes reddening with guilt, "Xin Xiaozhen went home before and told me everything. She said your hand..."
Seeing her on the verge of tears, Yu Jingrong comforted her in turn, "Lingzi, my hand will be fine, it will heal, so don't cry. You just need to come and keep me company for rehabilitation when you're free, to keep me from getting bored."
Hearing this, Shen Anlingzi felt even more self-reproachful.
Suddenly, she slid to her knees on the floor from the couch. Yu Jingrong was taken aback, but quickly reacted, hurrying over to help her up with his left hand, "Lingzi, what are you doing? If you're alright, why are you kneeling?"
But how could he lift Shen Anlingzi with just one hand? She remained kneeling, then raised her hand to slap herself, "I deserve to die, Jingrong, I deserve to die... It was me who harmed you, it was me..."
"Silly girl, how could it be you who harmed me? Get up now," Yu Jingrong said sternly.
