The scars aren't obvious, but you can vaguely make out they're finger marks.
They don't hurt or itch, and Li Qiao herself didn't pay much attention.
As the red sun rose from the horizon, Li Qiao started feeling sleepy.
She rested her head on her arms, lazily not wanting to move, until the villa's door behind her was pushed open forcefully. She then slowly sat up and glanced back.
The man wore a light gray robe, his chest slightly exposed, and messy hair hung around his brow. His eyes were intensely dark red.
Directly ahead of him was Li Qiao.
His heavily rising and falling chest gradually calmed, and he walked over with sharp steps, kneeling on one knee in front of her, "Why aren't you sleeping?"
The man's voice, still hoarse from waking up, his tightly contracted pupils retained a hint of ferocity.
Li Qiao brushed off the sand on her hands and smiled faintly, "Woke up, just right to watch the sunrise."
He probably thought she had run away or acted on her own again.
