She remembered the time he rushed to attend their son's piano competition, noticing what looked like scratches on him, and also the last time in A City, she saw quite a few old wounds on him.
It turned out, those were the scars he left from enduring his pain through self-harm.
A trace of heartache swept through Song Yinyin's heart.
But she quickly shook her head, thinking that she couldn't let sympathy for him deceive her once again.
She pushed him away, refusing to let him touch her.
"I don't care if you did it intentionally or not, the fact is, you hid the truth from me, you lied to me; this is an undeniable fact!"
She turned her face away, speaking resentfully.
Although she was angry, she didn't shout about leaving, and the flush on her small face from the anger had faded significantly.
Lu Jihan could see that she had calmed down quite a bit now.
So, he quickly smiled apologetically, coaxing her by saying:
