Lin Xinlan ultimately compromised. She couldn't defeat him, and if she resisted to the end, she would only be hurting herself.
Helpless, she had no choice but to kneel and tend to his wounds.
But her motions were not at all gentle, nor did she intentionally cause him pain. She treated him like a piece of wood, like something devoid of life.
Looking down from above, Qiao Yiyang's eyes were filled with tenderness as he gazed at her quiet profile.
He really wanted to reach out and touch her hair, but he refrained, unwilling to break the tranquility of the moment.
"Xinlan..." he called her name softly.
Lin Xinlan did not respond. He continued speaking to himself, "You can hurt me, but don't hurt yourself in the future, alright? I know my actions have troubled you greatly, but I can't let go of you."
Lin Xinlan paused slightly, her gaze lowered to hide the coldness in her eyes.
If he understood everything, he shouldn't treat her this way.
