"And after you went upstairs?"
"I saw Ji Jing, holding a fire axe."
"What did you two say?"
"I..." Chen Ziming hesitated. In the past, he would have fabricated some dialogue to muddle through, but this Lan Qing always found his loopholes effortlessly. He was worried about making things worse, so he lightly shook his head, "I don't quite remember, in short... I wanted to apologize to her, ask her to forgive me."
"No!" Lan Qing pressed the photo to his face, "You're lying."
"I'm not."
"You are!"
"I'm not!"
"Then why do you dare not look at this photo directly?"
"I... I just don't want to see her injured like that!"
"Why?"
"Because I love her, it pains me!"
"You love her, it pains you?"
"Yes!"
"Then please tell me, why after the incident did you not ask anyone about Ji Jing's condition, whether her life was in danger, whether she could survive, don't you care about these things at all?"
