After Quan Tianyou went downstairs, he sat in the car with an anxious expression and didn't start it immediately. He pressed his lips together and looked in the direction of Su Liuying's rental house, thinking about the wound on her forehead he just saw.
The stitched wound looked quite shocking, much more serious than the injury he'd sustained when she hit him with a water cup last time, and she had lost so much blood.
Remembering that she got hurt just to push him away, his heart was stirred. The instinctive behaviors people exhibit without thinking are driven by subconscious feelings—could this mean she truly loves him?
Thinking of this, his heart gradually sank again, and the cruel and heartless front he had built against her was quietly being torn apart.
With a bitter smile, he murmured, "Su Liuying, how should I treat you?"
