907 Sweet Water Rice

Pei Ziheng…

That name ran through her mind a gazillion times. "One last time…" She told herself. "One last time… and after tonight, we'll never see each other again." She found the first-aid kit and went back to the living room.

Squatting down again, she took out the alcohol disinfectant and gauze to help Pei Ziheng dress his wounds.

She dabbed at his open wounds with the alcohol, which should have been extremely painful, but he didn't make a sound. After she had dressed his wounds, he asked in a soft voice, "Why did you admit to it when you didn't kill anyone?"

"I was dumb…" Xia Ling lowered her gaze and started to pack the items back into the first-aid kit. "It's not entirely your fault. I shouldn't have been so wilful just because you spoiled me so much, and I shouldn't have thought that you really loved me."

Pei Ziheng's expression was like he had been struck by lightning. Her words hurt him so much that he felt like dying.