บท 113: Secret
บรรณาธิการ: Atlas Studios
Song Jingchen's pupils were constricted. His first reaction was not to panic in fear, but to quickly close and lock the door.
When he came to the bed again, Shen Yijia's forehead was bright and clean. It was impossible to tell that she had been injured a moment ago. If not for the faint bloodstains on her forehead, Song Jingchen would have suspected that he had imagined it.
When he looked at the bruise on Shen Yijia's chin, it was already gone.
Song Jingchen composed himself and pulled Shen Yijia's right hand over. He looked at the bandage on it and paused for a moment before slowly undoing it.
As he expected, the wound was gone, leaving only the blood on the cloth to indicate that there was indeed an injury here.
"How did this happen?"
"Who the hell are you?"
"Are you a demon?"
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