Bang!
The soup was slapped out of Chiang Qing's hand and flew against the wall; the bowl fell to the floor and shattered into pieces.
Bi Xiaojin didn't even look at the bowl. Instead he grabbed her hand, snatched up a corner of the quilt on the bed and wiped it roughly, anxiously asking, "Did it burn you, did it burn you? Look, your hand's all red. Come on, let's rinse it with cold water."
He stood up, pulling her hand, but Chiang Qing yanked it back hard and stared at him coldly. "I don't need your damn kindness. Burned is burned, it's not like I'm gonna die."
Bi Xiaojin froze. This was the first time she'd spoken to him in all this time, yet the content stabbed straight into his heart.
"Qingqing, don't… don't say things like that, it makes me feel awful." Bi Xiaojin sat down, still pulling her hand over, and said, "And don't abuse yourself like this, it hurts me."
