chapter 3

It was raining outside.

When Zhou Yan came back, I was curled up on the sofa, hugging my knees.

“Yiyi, you’re home. Why didn’t you turn on the lights?”

He pressed the switch, and the living room, which had been shrouded in darkness, was instantly flooded with light.

I stared at him in a daze.

My gaze slowly, inch by inch, swept across his face, trying to find something different from before.

But there was nothing. He was just the same as always.

Zhou Yan’s eyes lowered, landing on the wound on my shin that was still oozing blood. His pupils suddenly contracted.

“How did you get hurt?”

The concern and pain on his face looked so genuine, not the least bit fake.

I opened my mouth, and suddenly tears fell down:

“…It hurts. It hurts so much.”

Besides the sharp pain from the wound after it got wet, what overwhelmed me even more was the confusion in my heart.

Zhou Yan brought over the first aid kit, held my ankle, and began to treat my wound.

“Yiyi, how did you get hurt?”

I replied softly:

“I got into a car accident on my way back today.”

“Why didn’t you contact me-”

Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly stopped.

As if realizing something, he abruptly lowered his eyes, as if carefully examining the wound on my leg.

But he avoided my direct gaze.

I dug my nails into my palm, using all my strength just to keep my tone steady:

“When we video called yesterday, you said you had an important contract to negotiate today, so I didn’t contact you.”

“How did it go? Was it smooth?”

Zhou Yan’s eyelashes were long and thick, and when they lowered, they almost completely hid the emotions in his eyes.

He disinfected my wound with an iodine-soaked cotton ball held by tweezers, and after a long while, finally replied, “Mm, it went smoothly.”