Chu Qianli didn't know if she was warning Fu Long, or warning herself.
Fu Long knew that her saying this meant she had truly given up on Feng Yexuan.
"I'm sorry..." His voice was very hoarse, as he wanted to comfort her but found no words to do so.
"Why say such things between us?" Chu Qianli was also feeling helpless.
He felt he had dragged her down, yet if Feng Yexuan hadn't intended to threaten her, why would he have made a move against him?
In fact, wasn't it her who had dragged Fu Long down?
Thus, no more apologies were exchanged.
The wound was deep, and she immediately took out antiseptic solution: "I need to disinfect your wound. It will hurt a lot, so bear with it."
Fu Long nodded.
The disinfecting process was truly painful, so much so that he could only clench his teeth tightly, lowering his head to look at her.
But somehow, the pain seemed less severe whenever he laid eyes on her.
