So, he knew all along.
Or rather, the injury on my wrist was his deliberate doing, meant to wake me with pain.
Lu Huai'an, my father loved it when I played the piano for him. I think I told you that. Did you forget, or did you never care?
The pain in my heart hurts more than the dislocated wrist.
The human nerves are often more sensitive to stronger stimuli, so Lin Chu no longer felt the pain in other parts of her body.
It just felt like someone was slicing her heart with a knife, blood flowing from it, seeming to seep into her limbs, making it hard to breathe.
After enduring that piercing pain, Lin Chu lifted her head to look at him, a soft smile curving her lips, "You might not know, but last night I recorded a video with my phone, of how you carried me from the bathroom to the bed, how you kissed me, how you pinned me down. It's all on my phone."
She watched as the man's dark eyes gradually dimmed.
