Quan Jue had mixed feelings.
He had just experienced the most ridiculous joke of his life.
For some reason, his mother was still youthful and had a happy new family. She had completely forgotten about him.
When he saw Lu Xian and Ye Yichen leaving together, he thought of Chi Jiao.
He wished that Jiaojiao were here.
If Jiaojiao were here, he would be able to hug her in his arms.
She was the roses on the windowsill of the dark cell that imprisoned him. She was the only light in his life.
Quan Jue wanted to embrace his light to illuminate his dark heart a little.
He wanted her to help his heart recover some of the warmth a normal living person should have.
But he had made her cry again.
“Don’t cry.” Quan Jue reached out and touched the corner of Chi Jiao’s eye.
He could feel the tears.
Chi Jiao slapped his hand as tears flowed from her eyes as she glared at him. “You’re injured. Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you hide from me?”
Quan Jue wanted to say that he didn’t, but facing Chi Jiao’s aggrieved and angry face, he forced himself to turn the words into an apology instead.
“I’m sorry,” he said clearly as he stared at her.
Chi Jiao was stunned.
It was as if she couldn’t believe that Quan Jue would say such words to her.
“Why are you apologizing to me?” Chi Jiao’s tone became noticeably weaker.
“I shouldn’t have hidden it from you. I shouldn’t have avoided you. I’m sorry,” Quan Jue apologized again seriously.
His actions made it impossible for Chi Jiao to vent her emotions.
“Although you’re in the wrong, there’s no need to apologize to me,” Chi Jiao said as she looked down at her toes.
She knew too well how proud Quan Jue was.
Therefore, she couldn’t believe it when he apologized.
“It’s not shameful to apologize to you.” Quan Jue looked down at her and said softly, “Don’t be angry anymore. Don’t cry, okay? The wounds on my face don’t hurt anymore.”
Chi Jiao looked up at him.
“I’m not lying to you. It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Quan Jue said hurriedly.
“Tell me how you got injured,” Chi Jiao said. “Tell me how it happened, and I won’t be angry anymore.”
“This isn’t the place to talk.” Quan Jue reached out to pull her hand into his. “Why did you come here?”
“I’ll tell you when you tell me how you got injured.” Chi Jiao showed a rare stubbornness.
Since they dared to hit Quan Jue’s face like this, if she didn’t beat the person who did it to the point of incontinence, her name wouldn’t be Chi Jiao!
Despite thinking this, she still looked at him pitifully with her red, rabbit-like eyes.
“Then, come with me. We’ll talk somewhere else,” Quan Jue said as he turned around and hailed a passing taxi.
Half an hour later.
At Jin Hua Hotel.
Chi Jiao sat on the chair while Quan Jue squatted in front of her. “This is what happened.”
“So, this person called Quan Liu beat you up like this?” Chi Jiao asked.
“Quan Liu isn’t much better. His injuries are worse than mine.” Quan Jue curled his lips uninhibitedly.
Chi Jiao silently remembered the name Quan Liu in her heart.
At that moment, Quan Liu, who was accompanying Quan Jingzhou in handling some matters, suddenly sneezed.
He rubbed his nose and felt a chill on the back of his neck.
