"Where did you get hit? Does it still hurt?" Suxin's hand slowly reached out, touching Chen Ziqian's cheek.
"It hurts here!" Chen Ziqian stared at Suxin, placing her hand over his heart, "Here, it hurts a lot!"
"I hadn't been awake for long in New York when I heard the news that you married Ling Yuanhang. At that time, I truly felt as if my heart turned to ashes, believing you truly loved him all along. I thought it would have been better if I had just died in that accident..."
"No... that's not it... the one I love in my heart is you..." Hearing Chen Ziqian say this, Suxin's heart tightened, and she quickly spoke to correct him.
"Susu, you say you love me? Am I really the one you love in your heart?" Chen Ziqian's eyes suddenly regained their bright expression.
Looking at the man in front of her regain his vigor from just one sentence, Suxin's vision flashed with the image of Ling Yuanhang, and she felt a sourness in her heart; she had misspoken.