Han Zhan had been kicked and punched before, but this was the first time he had been slapped.
Han Zhan slowly turned back and looked at Song Ci. Song Ci was so agitated that her face was red. Her right hand, which had hit Han Zhan, was still trembling. He was the one who had been hit, but Han Zhan's heart ached for her.
Han Zhan tried to reach out to pinch Song Ci's hand. Song Ci struggled but couldn't break free. Han Zhan touched Song Ci's reddened palm and looked down, covering the regret and guilt in his eyes. He asked Song Ci, "Baby Ci, is it very painful?"
Song Ci looked at her own hand and then at Han Zhan's newly-formed left cheek, even breathing hurt.