When she felt someone beside her, she could not bear to look away. She merely leaned her head against the warm body beside her. Leng Yejin rubbed her head. Her hair was fine and soft, and it felt nice to touch. Leng Yejin rubbed her hair, but he did not want to stop."It's alright, it's just a small injury."
"It's not a small injury, the bandage on her wrist has worn her hand out. I've never hurt Shanshan in her life, how could she do it! How could he do it! This Guo Ying better go to hell after she's dead!"
Tong Lu was unusually agitated. Her chest was filled with grief and indignation. Her voice was heard through gritted teeth as she looked at Shanshan lying on the hospital bed. Her heart ached for her, and she was also furious. In the end, she clasped Leng Yejin's large hand and interlocked her fingers with his. The anger in her heart slowly subsided.