Sang Qiao looked up and saw Si Chenli, and her first reaction was panic; he had seen everything, the moment she'd been holding L. That surely would add fuel to the fire.
She pushed the man away and bolted, not wanting to be dragged off to get a marriage certificate.
"Qiaoqiao, stop running. I won't force you," Si Chenli clearly hadn't expected the girl to run at the sight of him, and he hadn't even had a chance to organize his apology.
His height and long legs made it easy to catch up with Sang Qiao, and soon he had pulled her back into his arms.
His gaze fell on her, checking for any injuries, until he noticed a fine scratch on her cheek. Frowning, he asked, "How did your face get like this?"
"It must have been scratched by a branch," Sang Qiao touched her cheek, still feeling a sting.
Her eyes fixed on him, she realized that he didn't seem angry anymore—he even looked somewhat tender.
