Song Ci couldn't quite fall asleep. She turned sideways to face Han Zhan, her fingers caressing around his beautiful eyes. Han Zhan opened his eyes and didn't stop her little action.
Finally mustering up her courage, Song Ci asked Han Zhan, "Brother Han, how did you lose your fingers?"
Han Zhan suddenly glanced at her with a complex expression.
"Can't you tell me?" Song Ci asked.
Han Zhan shook his head and gave a rough explanation. "I was pressed down by a concrete slab when I was trying to save someone. The hand was pressed for too long and my fingers are dead, so I had to amputate them." But he didn't say who he saved under what circumstances.
Song Ci felt very uncomfortable hearing this. She had always thought that Han Zhan's finger had been cut off by an enemy. She didn't expect it to be for the sake of saving someone. She didn't question further as knowing the rough details were enough.
