Feeling those scars, Lin Bingxuan froze, her body trembling slightly. All the anger vanished instantly.
She knew Xiao Tian well. Xiao Tian was someone who always seemed to be laughing it off on the surface but silently endured countless wounds without letting others see it.
Before Xiao Tian left, he didn't have these wounds on his chest; it's hard to imagine what he went through in recent months.
"What... what happened to you?" Touching Xiao Tian's scars, Lin Bingxuan's tears fell directly, drop by drop, onto Xiao Tian's chest.
Xiao Tian hugged Lin Bingxuan, stroking her hair, "Last time, I had compelling reasons to leave. You know, I once thought I was going to die, but then I suddenly thought of you all... That belief made me want to survive. It won't happen again, I promise you."
"Hmm." Lin Bingxuan nodded, moved.
Those scars were real, telling the story of painful experiences. How could she not understand?
