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The Past

A long shadow cast over her from behind, and when she once again placed her hand in front of her, he silently withdrew his hand that was about to reach out to her. "There's ice at home, let's go."

The shadow enveloping her receded, and Jiang Nuannuan turned around. Fei Jinzhao, with a shoulder bag on his back, turned his head to look at her. "Not coming?"

"I'm coming," she replied, lifting her foot to catch up.

The two of them entered the house, one after the other.

Fei Jinzhao put down his belongings, turned on the unused air conditioner, and took out an ice pack from the old-fashioned refrigerator. He placed a bag of ice wrapped in a towel onto Jiang Nuannuan's palm.

He lowered his gaze to her hand. "Both hands got hurt?"

"Yes," Jiang Nuannuan nodded without changing her expression. She couldn't possibly say that her hands were swollen from being slapped, as it would damage her image.