Seeing the blood continuously gushing from his arm, she cried out in an unprecedented fear.
The impulsive act had turned into a scar, leaving its mark on his body and etching itself in her memory.
Xia Liyou could never have imagined that two years later, they would be sitting together, in such a calm and composed demeanor, her inspecting his wound.
Fate has a knack for playing tricks on us, doesn't it?
Xia Liyou was staring at that scar absent-mindedly, her hand unconsciously traced over it.
It must have been a deep wound back then, otherwise, the scar wouldn't be so noticeable.
When her cold fingertips touched his scorching skin, Ou Chengtian's body clearly tensed up.
He looked at the scar, then at Xia Liyou.
He too was reminded of the event from two years ago.
If he hadn't driven her to that point back then, she wouldn't have turned up with a knife.
However, if he hadn't done so, she wouldn't be by his side right now, hence Ou Chengtian had no regrets at all.
