When Cheng Xi walked out of the main lobby of the hospital, it was already very late. She was unbelievably tired, both physically and mentally, and the hand that had been bitten by Chen Jiaman had been throbbing this whole time. It probably wouldn’t recover anytime soon.

She clutched her arm, and just as she was about to start squeezing it to try to relieve the pain, a person suddenly appeared in front of her.

She stopped. “Lin Fan? You never left?”

“Nope.”

Cheng Xi didn’t know what to say; perhaps it was because of her grief and indignation, but she had completely forgotten about him.

But Lin Fan couldn’t help a smile from creeping onto his face. “I’m kidding.” His voice was warm, almost tender. “The banquet at the Lu household just ended. I was a bit worried about you, so I came to see how you were doing.”

Cheng Xi paused, a slight desire to cry suddenly welling up in her heart. It was at this moment that she realized that she,...