The images flashing before Su Hongxing's eyes were of Cao Shiyu's scar-covered body and Ye Qilan's indifferent back.
Even though he was facing away from her and she couldn't see his face, she could guess what his expression and gaze were like at that time. He must have looked at Cao Shiyu as if he were looking at an animal...
Su Hongxing did not know how she had made it home, she left the door deliberately ajar, waiting at the entrance.
She waited until she was drowsy, nearly falling asleep, until it was almost dawn when she heard footsteps. Checking the time, it was 5 a.m.
During breakfast, Qiao Qiao was the first to notice something off about Su Hongxing: "Su, are you okay?"
Su Hongxing looked at Qiao Qiao and smiled nonchalantly: "Why would anything be wrong with me?"
"Your complexion doesn't look too good; did you not sleep well last night?" Qiao Qiao touched Su Hongxing's pale face, a subconscious gesture, only to be suddenly slapped away by Ye Qilan.
