"Zheng Haoyu?" Su Nian shakily raised her hand, poking Zheng Haoyu's face forcefully.
He winced in pain, although his swelling had subsided, the bruises on his face still remained and it was still excruciating.
Su Nian was confused, the man before her seemed to resemble Zheng Haoyu. Regardless of whether or not he was wearing any clothes, she barged into Zheng Haoyu's embrace, raising her fist and lashed out, "You jerk, you're not... a man, you watched me... suffer."
She was drugged, her punches were weak. Zheng Haoyu, with his soft heart in shambles, held the woman he loved, allowing her soft punches to fall on himself, "It's my fault, blame me, all my fault."
Just as he lowered his head, he noticed the red blooming flowers on Su Nian's shoulder, they seemed more vibrant than ever. Suddenly he remembered why he found it familiar when he first saw the flower on Su Nian's shoulder.
