Lu Lingche was, in this respect, still responsible, Qiao Yin didn't pay attention to this anymore. She leaned back on the car seat, rolled down the window, and looked at the street outside.
She still felt a little depressed deep down. How could she have helped Lu Lingche? Next time, she must be more careful and shouldn't be his pawn anymore.
The cool morning breeze blew through her long hair, and she stretched her hand out of the window to feel the wind and sunshine.
Being alive is so good.
Having had a close shave with death, she should have some luck afterward, right?
Lu Lingche was about to remind her to bring her arm back inside when he saw her arm and was startled. There were scratches and marks from ropes on her arm, which were tinged a deep purple, dried blood traces still visible. It was quite shocking.
She was injured like this and yet she was not going to the hospital?
Barging around because she had her grandmother's medicine.
