When she no longer wanted to hit him, it meant her heart was completely broken.
He wasn't afraid of the girl hating or hitting him; what he feared most was her ignoring him.
There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart, no deeper grief than silence.
So, before she could hide away in a corner to lick her wounds, he had to swallow his pride and find a way to make Gu Muxue angry. Fast.
"Muxue, if you won't let me look at you, then I'll just have to wipe your face like this," Xue Rui said, pulling out a tissue and starting to dab at her cheeks. He could already tell her face was stained with tears.
"Xiaorui, you!" Gu Muxue cried out in frustration, grabbing and pulling at his hand.
Feeling the sting on his hand, as if he'd been scratched by a cat, Xue Rui suddenly felt a great sense of relief.
But then he noticed faint crescent-shaped marks on the back of her hand, as if someone had recently dug their nails into her...
