No matter why Xiang Yimo was stabbed yet bore no scar, Zhong Lingling would not think there was anything strange about it. She even wondered if she had been seeing things that day.
Perhaps he wasn't injured at all? Otherwise, wouldn't normal people be more distressed? And he acted as if nothing had happened right from the start!
However, that day, Zhong Lingling had clearly seen Xiang Yimo's blood-stained clothes in the bathroom trash bin.
Alas, it made no sense!
But since everyone is normal, living in a normal world, she couldn't really think of Xiang Yimo as a monster.
So, Zhong Lingling didn't ask any further questions or think about it anymore. It was a good thing that he wasn't hurt and didn't have scars—otherwise, it would have been such a waste for Xiang Yimo's beautiful skin to be marred by ugly scars.
Her stomach was growling with hunger. Xiang Yimo ignored her, and she couldn't bother with Xiang Yimo any longer, so she joined him in eating barbecued meat.