It's My Fault

"That's enough! Form is indeed emptiness, and emptiness is indeed form. Feelings, perceptions…" Lin Yan shouted out in a fluster.

Pei Yucheng was about to utter something when he suddenly frowned and glanced at Lin Yan's leg.

He had noticed that there was something wrong with her leg earlier. Perhaps the alcohol had numbed the pain. Now that the alcohol had been washed off, the pain surged through him.

The pain felt as though there was a poisonous snake burrowing through his body.

Even he couldn't take the pain, let alone Lin Yan, who was a girl…

That piercing pain must have lasted for hours.

Pei Yucheng scanned through the beer cans and the TV screen as his face hardened.

She had drunk and played games to distract herself from the pain…

Pei Yucheng's tone changed instantly. "Why didn't you go to the hospital?"

An ordinary person would have fainted from the pain. How could she play games instead of going to the hospital?