Jing Zhimei leaned against the headboard, radiating an icy and sinister aura. The gauze wrapped around her forehead and her pale complexion from excessive blood loss didn't incite any rage in her after learning about the incident, rather she leaned there, her expression dark and silent.
"It was him, it must have been him, only he has the capability." Jing Zhimei said coldly, looking at Mo Haoxuan standing not far from her.
Mo Haoxuan walked up to Jing Zhimei and sat beside her on the bed, "Now you must understand that I am the one who loves you the most."
Jing Zhimei's hands, resting on either side of her, clenched tightly.
Seeing her like this, Mo Haoxuan smiled slightly, "I will always be by your side, I am your strongest support."
He lifted his hand to touch her hair, and when she tried to dodge, Mo Haoxuan pretended not to notice.