"Who was waiting for you! I was afraid of aftershocks,"
Che Huan said disingenuously, thinking of the injury she had glimpsed on his left arm before he walked away without her having the chance to ask about it.
She looked down at his left arm and forcefully pulled it away from his waist, revealing a large area of bruising that was purplish and somewhat reddish.
Che Huan couldn't help frowning and looked up at him, "How did you get hurt?"
Huo Jinnan responded, "Something heavy hit me."
"Did you...have a CT scan?"
"I haven't had the chance yet."
"If you can still hold me, it proves it's not a big deal."
"You..."
The next morning, Huo Jinnan woke up early, picked up the wristwatch beside him, glanced at the time, and turned to see Che Huan still sleeping soundly. He figured she hadn't rested well over the past few days, didn't make a sound, and slightly adjusted his arm to make her more comfortable.