The redness on her wrist somewhat surprised Yi Feng; he knew women were fragile, but he hadn't expected her to be so vulnerable.
Now, he understood why the boss, known for his cold indifference, would start speaking in a gentle whisper in front of his wife.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," he averted his gaze, but when he saw the tears in her eyes, he was momentarily frozen again.
Yin Ruoshui withdrew her hand and then shook her head, "I'm fine..."
Once the pain on her wrist had subsided, she looked down at the reddened marks he had left and felt her cheeks warm up.
Looking at the girl in front of him, Yi Feng suddenly thought of something and took out the light blue hairband.
He held it out to her.
Just as he was about to ask her about it, Yin Ruoshui looked up, saw the hairband, and her expression changed immediately.
"It wasn't me, I didn't..." she became flustered, hastily trying to clear her name.
Xingyue had told her to be more reserved, or else she might scare him away.