Wei Chengfeng brought Qiao Ling back to her home. As Qiao Ling settled onto the sofa, Wei Chengfeng entered the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and placed it in front of her.
"You don't need to worry; I'll find the best doctor so you won't have any scars."
But Qiao Ling shook her head and said, "Brother Chengfeng, you really don't have to do this. I don't mind. As long as I see that you're alright, I'm relieved."
Wei Chengfeng's brows furrowed slightly, yet his voice remained as tender as ever, "Lingling, you don't have to act this way."
Qiao Ling gently bit her lower lip and just looked at him. She didn't say anything, but everything in her eyes was crystal clear.
"You know, I'm more than willing to do all of this for you. If it were me in this situation today, you would save me too, wouldn't you?"
Wei Chengfeng didn't speak, resting his hands on his knees, his expression inscrutable.
