"What could sister have possibly said to her boyfriend to provoke such a reaction?"
As she nursed him, Qin Muran couldn't help but feel a growing conflict within her. The sight of Xi Yaohua's battered form stirred a mix of disdain and regret, but she pushed those emotions aside, focusing on the task at hand.
Xi Yaohua's expression hardened, a flicker of anger crossing his features before he composed himself, "I don't know, Muran. Maybe she's still bitter about our past. But rest assured, I'll handle it. I won't let anyone ruin what we have."
Qin Muran forced a smile, though her heart sank deeper with each passing moment. Her inner turmoil kept intensifying, "I can't believe someone would resort to violence like this. You don't deserve to be treated this way."
"Let them be. It's reassuring to have you by my side, especially during times like these," Xi Yaohua winced slightly as she applied antiseptic to his wounds, but he appreciated her care nonetheless.
