The fingernail had been lifted clean off. It wasn't really a big deal.
No matter how painful it looked, in essence, it was just a fingernail.
You could describe it that way.
But Zhou Lan knew that was all an excuse.
He was Zhou Yun's boyfriend. When Zhou Yun got hurt, he should have rushed to her side at the first possible moment.
That was what he ought to have done.
Because she was the woman he loved.
But once he'd calmed down, he canceled his flight.
On the other side of the ocean was the woman he loved.
On this side of the ocean was a film in the middle of shooting, a crew of over a hundred people running on schedule, a big-budget production burning through nearly a million a day.
Zhou Lan knew he should be hurrying to Zhou Yun's side, but in the end he forced down that impulse.
He shouldn't do that. Rationally, that's what he told himself.
