Bian Yue only then felt the pain of the shards embedded in her skin. She looked at Shen Jinci approaching her and spoke with a hoarse, apologetic voice: "I'm sorry, I forgot…"
Without saying a word, Shen Jinci picked up Bian Yue, stepped over the chaotic mess, and walked downstairs.
Bian Yue was still uneasy. "That vase was bought by your father, right?"
"I don't know." Shen Jinci paused for a moment. His pace did not stop, but his tone softened as he whispered, "Yueyue, I don't care about it."
Bian Yue nodded, lowering her eyes. After a while, she whispered softly, "Then... where are we going now?"
"To the hospital."
The soles of Bian Yue's feet were in pain, but she still thought Shen Jinci was overreacting, "There's no need to go to the hospital... I think it can be dealt with at home."
