Zhu Yu felt Lu Qing's hand on her back, gently caressing, as if soothing and also teasing, like a feather brushing past her heart, causing it to tremble.
She raised her head to look at Lu Qing in front of her.
Lu Qing felt her gaze and opened his half-closed eyes, revealing the mist that hadn't yet hidden.
"You're lying," Zhu Yu suddenly said.
Lu Qing was slightly surprised, confused, and looked at her, using his eyes to ask what she meant by this.
"You say you don't care..." Zhu Yu slowly slid her fingers along the pattern on Lu Qing's inner garment, "A certain someone used to clean the wound daily and apply medicine until it fully healed, looking at all those scars, wasn't his heart calm then too?"
Lu Qing grabbed the "provoking" hand, pressed it against his chest, his gaze locked on Zhu Yu's face, his dark eyes deep like turbulent waves or burning fiercely like a flame.
