"But, I gave him the money, and he still wasn't willing to let go of me..." He Jing's voice trailed off into sobs as she spoke.
She lifted her hand to brush her hair aside, seemingly unintentionally revealing the purplish bruises on her arm, before hurriedly pulling down her sleeve.
Fang Qin stood in the doorway, silent for a moment, before finally saying, "Wait here for a second."
He Jing felt a surge of secret joy in her heart.
He really hadn't let go of her!
She waited at the door for a while, and then Fang Qin returned, handing her several red banknotes: "This is all I have on me, take it for now to tide you over."
He Jing didn't reach out to take them, instead, she lifted her eyes, looking at him with a wounded expression, "Fang Qin, do you not want to trust me anymore?"
Fang Qin pursed his thin lips, saying nothing.
"Forget it..." He Jing lowered her gaze, a bitter smile tugging at her lips, "Pretend I never came to find you, sorry for the disturbance..."
