He clenched his fists for a long time but remained silent.
As the atmosphere grew increasingly icy, he moved forward, sat by the bedside, and pulled the blanket to check Gu Zixuan's foot.
The stiff posture made Gu Zixuan's eyes redden, wanting to dodge.
Yet before she could move, He Qimo drew her into his embrace by the arm.
His long arms bore a solid strength, just like when they first started dating, on rainy days, he would hold her tightly, traversing the long flooded path.
A tremor ran through Gu Zixuan's heart, her eyes growing even wetter.
He Qimo raised his hand and saw Gu Zixuan's bruised knee with a scabbed cut, a complex mix of colors clouding his brow, simmering with anger and sorrow.
After a long silence, he curled his fingertips and pulled the blanket back over her.
Letting go, he didn't say much, just slowly exhaled a sentence, "Give me some time to handle this, one last time."
Gu Zixuan was taken aback.
