Could it be an illusion? In just two or three days apart, she seemed to have lost a lot of weight.
"I'm fine, just suddenly felt a bit dizzy." Song Yinyin shook her head, instinctively grabbing onto Lu Jihan's arm.
And her unintentional grasp just happened to catch Lu Jihan on his injured spot, making him frown slightly.
It was only for a brief moment, but Song Yinyin still noticed it.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked in astonishment.
Why did she feel that Lu Jihan looked slightly pale, seemingly more haggard than before he went on the trip?
His face was still strikingly handsome, but there were faint dark circles under his eyes, and there seemed to be tiny beads of sweat on his forehead.
She instinctively looked down, her gaze falling on his arm.
With this glance, her heart couldn't help but be shocked.
Under the cuff of his lead-gray trench coat, there were two marks as if cut by something sharp, the skin showing a faint pink...
"What happened to your arm?"
