She reached out her hand, grabbing his hand: "Let's pinky promise for reconciliation; no more arguments, you are not allowed to ignore me,
or neglect me, or bully me. You have no idea how much it hurt last night. My leg was crushed by the cabinet, I couldn't get up. I wanted you to save me, but I shouted till my throat was sore, and you weren't by my side."
Sheng Sheng grasped her hand, slapping his own face: "I'm a bastard. You were injured, and I wasn't by your side. Maimai, hit me, hit me hard!"
Maimai forcefully pulled back her hand; she couldn't bear to hit him. What if she hurt him? Plus, he was having a fever.
Maimai realized Sheng Sheng truly wasn't angry at her anymore. Her heart, which had been held up high, finally settled, but then she felt grievance, extreme grievance, followed by overwhelming complaints.
