Upon closer inspection, there were a few scars on his forehead as well, and it was unclear how he'd received them, but they looked quite old and still so deep, indicative of how much blood must have flowed when he was injured.
She reached out to touch the scars gently, tracing them with her fingers, following their pattern, trying to soothe them in her own way.
In that moment, Jin Mo's heart ached a little. The thought of the pain Tang Yan must have endured was unbearable, and what hurt the most was knowing she was also one to have hurt him.
"Jin Mo," Tang Yan suddenly spoke, startling Jin Mo and causing her to quickly retract her hand.
Seeing her startled, confused look, Tang Yan laughed deeply, "What are you doing? Getting handsy with me first thing in the morning?"
Jin Mo: "..."
Could this guy not always misinterpret her intentions? She had merely touched him out of concern, but in his mouth, she had become a woman taking advantage of him.
