"What's up with your hand?"
Huaiyi was solely concerned about the injury on his hand. She pulled him to sit on the edge of the bed, gently stroked the slightly dirty bandage, and asked.
Xiang Qichen flexed the fingers of his unbandaged hand and replied, "I fell on the last day of filming."
His tone was very light, with no emotion at all. Even the explanation was summed up in one sentence, his face relaxed: "I hit my head and stayed in the hospital for a few days, that's why I missed your calls."
Huaiyi's throat choked up, she felt so bitter she couldn't speak.
Her mind was full of guilt and self-reproach, suddenly all the things that happened to her these days seemed utterly trivial.
"I'm sorry..." Huaiyi lowered her eyes, the tears she had managed to hold back now filled her eyes again, and with just a blink, they could spill over her face, "I'm really sorry..."
