Dai Zhiqiang's steps halted when he saw a familiar figure sitting on the couch of his house. A sense of surprise flashed across his eyes for a second before it quickly retained its usual calmness.
"Caiyi, you are here?"
"Yeah. You disappeared when I wasn't looking, so I got a little worried about you." Li Caiyi stood up and walked closer to inspect his condition. The wound on the corner of his lips had already dried, but it swelled a bit.
"That looks hurt," Li Caiyi grimaced while reaching out her hand to it.
Dai Zhiqiang jumped in surprise and subconsciously avoided her hand by turning his head away. He regretted his action almost immediately because Li Caiyi retracted her hand with a guilty look on her face.
"It's because of me you are injured like this. I'm very sorry."