Xiao Moli's arm, hanging outside, moved slightly. He raised his hand to rub his forehead, then slowly opened his eyes.
His head still throbbed faintly, like the feeling after a hangover.
Xiao Moli's mind was a bit hazy upon waking up. Seeing An Ziqi standing at the door, he was momentarily stunned, seemingly in disbelief, and forcefully closed his eyes again.
Once he reopened them and confirmed it was her, he called out in surprise, "An'an?"
An Ziqi remained silent, looking at the few red scratch marks on his chest, which appeared especially glaring to her.
Each red mark was like a thorned bramble, tight against her heart.
The dense wooden thorns on the bramble pierced her most tender heart, oozing blood.
With every breath, there was a faint taste of blood, painfully intense.
"Why are you standing there?"
Xiao Moli finally realized something was wrong, abruptly turned to look beside him.
There he saw Lin Qiaoqiao lying next to him.
