Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
His face was bloated and heavily bruised; it looked uncannily like a color wheel with heavy emphasis on blue and green. His usual handsome features had disappeared without a trace.
When Qin Yinan saw Song Qingchun, he smiled as he usually did. However, due to the wounds on his face, his smile had lost its usual gentleness, and it seemed rather creepy.
"Song Song." If not for his familiar and kind voice, Song Qingchun wouldnât have believed this was her Brother Yinan.
This happened to Brother Yinan because of me.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
"Brother Yinan." Guilt rushed at her like a tsunami, swallowing Song Qingchun completely. She steadied herself against the rush of emotions and walked into the room, replying to his greeting.
When she got closer, Song Qingchun realized how serious the injuries were. Wherever she looked, there wasnât a patch on him that wasnât injured in some ways.
Song Qingchunâs eyes started to water so she lowered her head and uttered softly and sincerely, "Brother Yinan, thank you."
Even though she only said a few words, Qin Yinan understood what she meant. He patted the empty seat beside him and replied in a low voice, "Silly girl, why did you thank me? I was just doing what Iâm supposed to."
Even though Song Qingchun no longer had romantic feelings toward Qin Yinan, when she heard the gentle words escape from his mouth and the fact that he had dropped everything to come and save her when he realized she was in danger, waves of emotions filled her heart. She was touched.
Her eyes prickled with tears, and she added softly with guilt, "Iâm sorry, Brother Yinan. This is all my fault. Itâs because of me that this happened to you."
"No, itâs my fault. I should have stayed close to you at the event." Perhaps he was still recovering because Qin Yinan halted in the middle of his sentence to take in a deep breath. Worried that it might exacerbate the guilt in Song Qingchun, Qin Yinan suppressed the pain radiating through his body and smoothed it over with a smile. After a momentâs silence, he added, "No matter what, thankfully youâre safe in the end. If anything really happened to you, I wouldnât have known how to face Song Cheng."
Song Qingchunâs eyes were red with tears. Her heart was weighed down by both guilt and emotion. She opened her lips to say something, but nothing more than a sniffling sob came out. In the end, she apologized one more time and didnât know how to continue beyond that.
Qin Yinan saw the sadness in Song Qingchunâs eyes, and he reached out to pat the girl on her head. However, the wound on his body prevented him from doing so. Eventually, he smiled and changed the topic. "Fine, letâs not talk about that anymore. Whatâs for dinner?"
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Song Qingchunâs heart ached with guilt when she saw how Qin Yinanâs hand that grabbed the chopsticks shaking as he reached for his meal. After dinner, when she noted the red in Qin Yinanâs motherâs eyes when she helped her son clear away the utensils, her heart wrenched with guilt even more.
When Auntie Qin told her that she didnât need to trouble herself with the dishes, she ran into the bathroom without hesitation. Hiding in the bathroom, she surreptitiously wiped away her tears and returned to Qin Yinanâs bedside only when she was feeling better.
Qin Yinan looked drained. He lay in bed with his eyes closed. He slowly opened them when he heard the approaching footsteps.
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