Fu Jichen followed Shen Jianian's fingertip to look at his own abdomen, and it was only then he realized that his shirt was lifted, not knowing when it had happened, probably when he had lifted the quilt just now.
There was a very small scar there.
More than three years had passed, and he seemed to have long forgotten the wound there.
Shen Jianian saw his eyes lowered, the shadow cast by his eyelashes concealing the emotions in his eyes. She couldn't tell if he was happy, angry, or feeling something else.
"If it's inconvenient to talk about, then never mind." She maintained her attitude of not forcing others, respecting their privacy.
Fu Jichen raised his eyes and smiled slightly at her, his smile very faint: "A woman stabbed me with a knife."
Shen Jianian paused, blinked her eyes, and took a breath through her slightly open mouth. She was sure she didn't make any sound while inhaling, so her expression shouldn't look too shocked, but inwardly, great waves had already surged.
