Zhou Luchen easily spotted the Band-Aid on her right hand at first glance; two of her five fingers were injured.
He knew. He knew why she was injured.
Her fingers were so tender; in the past, when he teased her, even just holding her little finger in his mouth to play would make her squirm, afraid he would bite too hard. If he bit down, she would genuinely feel aggrieved in his arms, tears falling like silver threads.
When she started competing, she was always bullied. Wouldn't she have come to him to whine and complain back then? He was just a phone call away. Did she really think he couldn't get her justice?
Zhou Luchen had been like that back then. Even if there wasn't deep affection between him and Shen Jing, after they had been intimate, he always made a point of treating the women he'd been with well; he wouldn't just stand by idly.