Standing nearby, Song Qiuya froze the moment she heard the woman cry out the name "Jitian."
When she saw the man called "Li Gang," she felt as though lightning had struck her. Her mind went blank, and she stared in shock.
Li Gang!
The Wucheng Deputy Party Secretary!
The "Jitian" they were talking about could only be the man who had tried to murder her father... Li Jitian!
So Li Jitian had... been beaten this badly?
Who had done it?
A thought she could scarcely believe herself flashed through her mind.
Song Qiuya shuddered violently.
Stiffly, slowly, she turned her head and stared at the man beside her, who was leisurely sipping soy milk. Her eyes were filled with shock, horror, and disbelief.
Could it be... when Chen Lin said yesterday afternoon that he was going to "talk some sense into someone," he meant...
Chen Lin seemed oblivious to her burning gaze. He calmly finished the last bite of his steamed bun before turning to meet Song Qiuya's eyes, which were roiling with emotion.
He said nothing.
He merely raised his hand and gently stroked her pretty face, slightly chilled by shock, with his fingertips. A tender, doting smile spread across his face.
Nothing needed to be said.
Song Qiuya threw her arms around Chen Lin's waist and hugged him with all her strength.
She buried her face deep in his broad, warm chest, greedily drinking in the sunny scent that made her feel safe, as though this were the only way to calm her wildly pounding heart.
Her sudden embrace startled Chen Lin. Then he felt her body trembling violently in his arms. He set down his soy milk and wrapped his arms around her, returning her embrace gently but with unwavering firmness.
"Silly girl." He lowered his head