The brilliant lights suddenly turned on.
The words Qin Yiren wanted to say were interrupted by the sudden brightness. She looked at the handsome man in front of her, her eyes blurred by a layer of physiological tears.
Chu Xinian turned his head to avoid the dazzling light, and while handing her a tissue, he said, "Yi Ren, does your ankle still hurt?"
Qin Yiren rubbed her eyes and looked down at her pale ankle.
Not sure what she bumped into in the dark, but as she had anticipated, there's a noticeable bruise.
Taking advantage of the fact that Chu Xinian hadn't noticed.
Qin Yiren quietly put down her pant leg, covering the injured area, and nonchalantly said, "No problem, it's getting late. You should go to sleep too."
Chu Xinian, having adjusted to the light in the hall, looked at her with a probing gaze.
