His tone—
Che Huan looked at Huo Jinnan, her brow furrowed involuntarily. Could something have happened?
Huo Jinnan glanced at Che Huan, "Hmm" indifferently after hanging up the phone, and with his right hand, he took Che Huan's left hand and placed it on his trousers.
Che Huan lowered her head and saw the thick scar on the back of his hand again. Although it had already crusted over, it still looked so painful just by glancing at it.
She withdrew her hand slightly, her fingers sliding out from his palm to cover the back of his hand. With the tips of her fingers, she gently caressed the rough scab, "How did you get hurt?"
Huo Jinnan, with downcast eyes, glanced at Che Huan's slender fingers, "Give me your household registration book and ID card, and I'll tell you."
"..."
Che Huan's face flushed. Just give them to him like this?
Even if she didn't want a wedding, shouldn't there at least be a proper proposal?
Was she being too sentimental?
