Just now, she must have accidentally touched it, but at this moment, it was clear he wouldn't listen to her.
An Ziqi used both hands and feet to push him away. She quickly lifted the blanket and immediately saw the glaring scar on his chest.
Her trembling hand gently touched it. Even if she didn't understand completely, she could tell—it was left by a bullet.
And the position of the scar, right underneath it, was dangerously close to his heart.
Looking up at him, she asked, "What's going on here?"
Just a few days ago, his chest had been smooth without a trace of injury. So why did this scar suddenly appear now?
Xiao Moli, feeling a bit guilty, reached out to hug her. "Wife, it's already healed. Don't overthink this anymore."
But An Ziqi suddenly recalled how he looked when he returned from the Capital City, remembered his strange behavior over the past few days. No wonder he kept going to Ningning's room, talking about "working out."
