On the way back, he had already checked and found that she was just overly emotional, with no other issues.
He went to the washroom, got a hot towel, wiped off her makeup, and then changed her out of the wedding dress.
He fetched disinfectant and ointment from outside and carefully treated the glass-cut wounds on her cheeks and arms.
Thinking of her last words, "I only have you," made his heart ache even more.
He didn't plan to kill Lan Huan, at most just to find a place to imprison and control him.
No one expected it to end like this.
Seemingly stimulated by the disinfectant, Lan Yue furrowed her brows and slowly opened her eyes.
Seeing Xiao Chen in front of her, the scenes from the wedding played back in her mind like a movie.
Tear after crystalline tear silently slipped from her eyes.
Time stained a large patch of the pillow beside her cheeks wet.
Xiao Chen gentled his movements and spoke with tenderness, "Did I hurt you?"
