I know myself. I know I have a one track mind. And when I feel unwell in my heart, I couldn’t bear to eat anything no matter how hungry I am.
I must let Sang Qi know about this. He was such a proud and confident man. He would never stand to see his own mother being treated this way, abused by First Mrs. Sang and ignored by his father.
When I heard the sound of the door opening from next door, I dashed to the door and pulled it open. As I thought, it was Sang Qi, back from his day’s work. He looked at me with a surprised look on his face, about to head inside his room.
He likely saw what was on my face, and he stopped all actions and froze on the spot, “What happened to your face?”
My skin was rather sensitive, and it usually takes a long time for wounds to go away, wounds or bruises.
And I intentionally let it be, so that I could show it to Sang Qi.