Su Jian's expression was numb, her eyes dull and lifeless, making her look like a shattered doll, which was heartbreakingly pitiful.
Seeing her devastated face, Zhou Lu suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe. He regretted his recent violent actions so much that he wished he could slap himself.
Zhou Lu's thin lips were tightly pursed into a straight line. He clenched his fists tightly, then somewhat helplessly adjusted her clothes. Su Jian gave him a cold glance, her eyes like blades made of millennium-old ice, piercing straight into his heart.
Zhou Lu instinctively avoided her hateful gaze, his throat dry as he struggled to say, "I'm sorry."
Su Jian's mouth curled into a mocking smile as she looked up at him, "Dr. Zhou, are you satisfied with this examination result?"
Zhou Lu frowned and said in a deep voice, "I misunderstood you."