Xu Weiran immediately realized something was wrong. He quickly grabbed her wrist to check, only to find that both her wrists were swollen, covered in blood marks left by rope friction.
"Does it hurt?"
Xu Weiran looked at the wounds on her wrists, his thin lips tightly pressed together, his deep eyes seemingly hiding a great storm.
Sheng Ning'an shook her head.
Before he appeared, she was only thinking about how to escape, so she didn't even feel the pain in her wrists.
It was only just now, when he touched her, that she started feeling a burning pain. But she didn't want him to worry, so Sheng Ning'an endured it without saying anything.
"I'm sorry!" Xu Weiran said.
He knew she was working late, and he should have picked her up.
On the way here, he had thought about a lot.
Thoughts about their past, thoughts about their future together.
The only thing he dared not think about was what he would do if something happened to her.
