Lu Tingli subconsciously turned around only to see her hand continuously bleeding, drop by drop like pearls on a broken string, like a gate that had lost control, as if it would never stop.
"Ningxing!"
He rushed over to her and nervously began to treat her wound.
In this moment, all pretenses of indifference were torn away, revealing the gentlest side within.
"Didn't you say you're tired of this life? Didn't you say you wanted to separate from me? Then why do you still care about me?" Xia Ningxing questioned hysterically, her throat choking up as salty warm tears kept cascading onto his hands.
Lu Tingli hesitated, instinctively wanting to let go of her hand, but couldn't bear to watch her hand keep bleeding.
So he could only bandage it while coldly stating, "Even a short marriage engenders grace, even if I'm tired of it, I still can't stand by and watch you get hurt without caring."
