Her fingers brushed lightly past his temple, an unintentional graze. The touch was as soft and warm as a spring breeze, sweeping over his most sensitive nerves.
Lan Jin's brow furrowed, and his breath hitched.
"Oops! I'm sorry!"
Chu Jing immediately noticed his reaction and quickly pulled her hand back, her voice tinged with frustration. "I wasn't paying attention. Did I hurt you? I didn't touch the wound, did I?"
"It's nothing."
He replied in a low, hoarse voice.
His Adam's apple bobbed, as if he were struggling to swallow some kind of emotion.
But behind his eyes, a silent tsunami seemed to churn. The waves surged, yet he kept them fiercely suppressed deep within—a restraint that was both heartbreaking and terrifying to witness.
He desperately suppressed the agitation surging from deep within, as if locked in a fierce battle with some primal instinct.
