Mo Guo was singing with all her heart and hadn't noticed what the two people behind her were saying.
Zhao Ningxue sighed, knowing that Gu Xia was smart, "Xiao Xia, listen to me, he really didn't hit me."
"Then how did you get this injury? You surely didn't do it to yourself, right? Don't tell me you fell or bumped into something, because I won't believe that..."
Gu Xia, fearing she might make excuses, had already preemptively cut off Zhao Ningxue's words.
After a moment of silence, Zhao Ningxue began to explain, "We had an argument the morning before yesterday. I wanted to break up, grabbed my luggage and was about to leave the house he bought for me. He panicked and grabbed my arm, not letting me leave. He grasped my wrist tightly, which probably was too forceful, and it ended up like this. But he really didn't hit me, I swear."
Seeing Zhao Ningxue swear like this, it probably wasn't a lie.
