In the past, Feng Yexuan would surely have retorted.
But now, he pressed his lips tightly together and said nothing.
Chu Qianli's gaze shifted downward, and she noticed his hand hanging at his side, clenched into a tight fist. From his fingertips, droplet after droplet of fresh blood slid down.
The smile at the corner of her lips froze, and upon seeing the blood, her heart twinged with a faint ache.
Yet, moments later, she simply curved her lips into a faint smile. "It's nothing; I've subdued it."
Feng Yexuan's clenched hand finally relaxed.
"Yexuan, your hand is injured," Fen Ling arrived shortly after, following behind them.
First, she didn't want Feng Yexuan and Chu Qianli to have a chance to deepen their relationship—even though she was truly furious.
But no matter how angry she was, she had to feign generosity in front of her own man. Otherwise, it would make him resent her.
