His face was bloated and heavily bruised; it looked uncannily like a color wheel with heavy emphasis on blue and green. His usual handsome features had disappeared without a trace.
When Qin Yinan saw Song Qingchun, he smiled as he usually did. However, due to the wounds on his face, his smile had lost its usual gentleness, and it seemed rather creepy.
"Song Song." If not for his familiar and kind voice, Song Qingchun wouldn't have believed this was her Brother Yinan.
This happened to Brother Yinan because of me.
"Brother Yinan." Guilt rushed at her like a tsunami, swallowing Song Qingchun completely. She steadied herself against the rush of emotions and walked into the room, replying to his greeting.
When she got closer, Song Qingchun realized how serious the injuries were. Wherever she looked, there wasn't a patch on him that wasn't injured in some ways.