"You're bleeding!" she reminded him nervously.
He held her face with both hands, making her look directly at him.
"Qiqi, those are just superficial wounds. For a man, these injuries don't mean pain..."
She stopped moving, her gaze fixed on his deep, dark eyes.
She always felt there was something in the depths that made her unable to extricate herself.
"Qiqi, are you listening to me seriously now?"
She nodded earnestly.
"From now on, no matter what I do, don't hate me, okay? Otherwise, I won't be at peace even in Hell!"
His expression was solemn and serious, as if he was conveying something very important.
She remained silent.
