Cheng Qingchong gripped her fists tightly until her nails pierced into the balls of her palms, but she didn't seem to have felt any pain. With her head lowered, she took a deep breath before raising her eyes to meet Qin Yinan's eyes steadily.
She didn't know she was such a good actress. In reality, she was missing him so dearly that it felt like she was sick with memory of the man, but looking at him, with the pain in her chest reaching an impossible crescendo, she managed to force a thin and disinterested smile at the man. "This is such a small world to have run into you at a place like this."
Qin Yinan frowned slightly. Staring at her face, he hesitated for a moment before his eyes landed on her jeans, which had torn when she fell. A faded bloodstain was soaking part of it red. "Shall we go to the clinic?"