Xinghe left the house with Chengwu's well wishes.
The residential area they lived in was quite big. Xinghe walked for a distance before she spotted Xia Zhi under a tree's shadow beside the gate.
He sat slumped on a steel bench, his head hung low and his shirt all torn up.
Xinghe inched closer and called his name.
Hearing her voice, Xia Zhi lifted his head. Xinghe instantly took in the bruises and cuts that covered his face.
"Sis…" Xia Zhi lowered his face hurriedly, ashamed to let her see the state he was in.
Xinghe frowned and propped his face up by raising his chin. Fury was in her eyes as she examined his facial wounds. "Who did this?" she asked.
Xia Zhi saw the anger in her eyes and forced a smile, adding, "Sis, I'm fine, these are all small cuts. It just looks serious…"
"I asked, who did this," Xinghe cut him off. Her eyes glistened with a fierce vengeance.
