Explanation

The tuner upstairs had already packed her things and come downstairs. She hurriedly glanced in Ding Guisheng's direction and said softly, "The piano's tuned. Which one of you is going to check it?"

"Thank you," Hesta replied. "You can see yourself out. I won't walk you out."

The tuner gave an awkward laugh. "No need, no need."

The front door opened quickly, then was swiftly shut again.

Ding Guisheng stared at Hesta in astonishment. Her face did not look ferocious; at least, Ding Guisheng could not read any anger or dissatisfaction in it. Yet her hand controlled everything with such overwhelming strength.

He sat there blankly, pinned to his seat, as though this body Hesta held down with one hand belonged to someone else, while his real self looked coldly on from the perspective of a third party—

How absurd. He was being taught a lesson by an outsider in his own living room!

Pinned down so completely by a young person, a young woman missing an arm...

"Y-you... let—go—"

"Yuqing," Hesta glanced at the floor. "Call an ambulance."

Ding Yuqing looked up blankly. "...What?"

"Call an ambulance. Now."

General Hospital.

In the hospital room, Xu Ruyi and Ding Jiali, who had not yet made it home, sat beside Ding Guisheng's bed. Hesta stood in the corridor, leaning listlessly against the window and looking outside. The moment she saw Ding Yuqing hurrying across the street with a paper food bag in her arms, she immediately turned and went downstairs to meet her at the elevators on the first floor.

The two went upstairs without a word. Ding Yuqing handed the paper bag to her mother. "Mom, have something?"

Xu Ruyi sighed softly, shook her head, and turned her body to the other side.

"You really went too far today,