Qin Shaojin stood silently to the side, smoking.
Shu ngng crouched down on the ground and started sobbing uncontrollably, "Third Brother, don’t leave , I was wrong, I shouldn’t have told them, please forgive , okay? I really know I was wrong..."
Qin Shaojin held a cigarette in his hand, looking at Shu ngng, his gaze cold and silent.
"Third Brother..."
Shu ngng kept calling him repeatedly, her voice growing softer, her tone slower and slower, as if trapped in distant mories, as if pulled by so invisible force, unable to control herself, every word and action needing to break through layers of resistance.
Qin Shaojin looked at Shu ngng like this, and closed his eyes, "The only thing I can do is help you find out who that person is."
As soon as he finished speaking, Shu ngng suddenly stood up, lunged forward, and grabbed Qin Shaojin’s arm with both hands, her eyes reddened, staring at him with extre anxiety and fear.
It was as if an invisible giant hand in the darkness was dragging her bit by bit into an abyss with no end.
Qin Shaojin wanted to pry her hands off, but Shu ngng stared at Qin Shaojin, hysterical, crying her heart out.
He forcefully threw Shu ngng’s hands aside.
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot across his face.
Shu ngng flailed her hands wildly, leaving trails of bloody scratches on the back of his hand.
Qin Shaojin pushed Shu ngng away and turned to leave, breathing heavily.
At the guest room door, he fished out the room card from his jeans. Just as he was about to swipe, the door opened.
Wen Nuan bounced over like a cute little bunny into his arms, cheerfully saying, "You’re back quite early today."
Qin Shaojin, "Mm."
Wen Nuan looked up, saw the wounds on his face, and the words on her lips suddenly stopped.
Qin Shaojin entered the room, turned around, closed the door, and deeply looked at Wen Nuan, suddenly kissing her.
Wen Nuan’s eyes widened, looking at the injuries on his face, feeling so distressed!
Wen Nuan tilted her head back and asked, "What happened?"
Qin Shaojin, "Call husband."
"..." Wen Nuan thought of the scene at the breakfast shop and blushed.
Qin Shaojin took a deep breath, holding Wen Nuan’s cheeks with both hands, his beautiful long fingers caressing the corners of her eyes, "Say it again."
"Hu... husband..."
Wen Nuan blushed and turned her head, suddenly seeing the scratches on the back of his hand.
Was it Shu ngng?
Could it be that her depression had flared up just now?
No wonder he asked her to return to the hotel first, had he already seen that Shu ngng’s severe ntal illness was about to erupt?
Originally she didn’t dislike Shu ngng that much, but now she was suddenly itching with hatred!
Wen Nuan softly asked, "Does it hurt?"
Qin Shaojin, "It hurts."
Wen Nuan didn’t say anything, lowered her head, and kissed the wounds on the back of his hand.
Qin Shaojin looked, his mood improving a lot, "Help take care of it."
Wen Nuan nodded.
Qin Shaojin found the first aid kit from the guest room, opened it, placed it on the bed, and sat there, holding Wen Nuan in his lap.
Wen Nuan looked at Qin Shaojin, "How am I supposed to help you with the dicine like this?"
Qin Shaojin looked down at Wen Nuan, "Use your hand to apply the dicine for ."
Wen Nuan glared at Qin Shaojin and, under his guidance, used a cotton swab to clean the scratches on the back of his hand first, and then disinfected them.
Because she wasn’t familiar with it, she was extra slow and cautious, "Does it hurt?"
Qin Shaojin, "Not too much."
After treating the wounds on the back of his hand, Wen Nuan looked up, at the injuries on Qin Shaojin’s face, raised a hand, and gently touched them with her fingertips, "Will it leave a scar?"
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