Chapter 218: Chapter 218
He seemed to ask so casually.
Rong Zhi responded with a light "hmm," her expression unchanged, but Bai Su’s heart tightened, and the hand holding the hairdryer trembled slightly.
The sound gradually subsided.
Neither of them spoke for a moment.
It took several minutes before Bai Su set down the hairdryer.
Rong Zhi picked up a wristband from the table to disassemble, her gaze falling on the gun beside it. Its design was quite beautiful, somewhat like the WK609 handgun that Qianji Pavilion had just developed earlier in the year.
She glanced at it once and then looked away, continuing to disassemble the wristband.
Bai Su watched her movements. Normally, things are dismantled in seconds, but this time it took her a long time to get only halfway through it.
After quite a while, just as he was mentally preparing to speak, the young woman reached out with chilly fingertips and gently pushed his forehead back.
Bai Su was taken aback, then immediately pulled her hand down to hold it in his palm, rubbing it, quite gently, "We’ve been even closer, so this kind of distance is nothing."
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Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow slightly, "You’re nervous, because of what?"
Bai Su’s fingers instantly tightened, then relaxed, and slipped his hand under hers, slowly intertwining their fingers, entangling together, the touch in his palm slightly cool, like holding a piece of warm jade.
He lowered his gaze, seriously caressing the bones of the young woman’s fingers.
Rong Zhi remained silent, suddenly curling her lips, tilting her head slightly, her enchanting eyes so beautiful one couldn’t look away, she chuckled lowly, somewhat absent-mindedly, "How did you find out, hmm?"
When Bai Su spoke that name, she already guessed she might have been exposed, and seeing Bai Su’s reaction, she confirmed the result in her heart.
She just didn’t expect it to happen so soon.
She thought Bai Su would at least take a long time to find out her identity.
Bai Su took a deep breath, unconsciously lowering his voice, "The avatar, Bai Kafei’s eyes, I saw that scar."
Rong Zhi let out a long "ah" and tilted her head back slightly.
She didn’t expect her renowned reputation to be ruined by a photo.
In the gap of her distracted thoughts, Bai Su leaned over and took the gun from the table.
He placed the gun in Rong Zhi’s palm and then curled her index finger around the trigger.
Bai Su raised his head, smiled at the young woman, his gaze focused on her eyes, a complicated and painful look flashing in his eyes, as he said word by word: "I’m sorry."
Three times in total.
But the thousands of words in his heart couldn’t be spoken in just these nine words.
If he could turn back time to that night, he would rather not be curious, nor go out to fight with Rong Zhi.
The harm he had caused was irreplaceable, so he apologized with his actions.
Rong Zhi tried to pry open his hand, but the man’s stubbornness made him stronger than usual, and with their strength disparity, she finally could only use all her might to twist her wrist to dislodge the gun, but it was too late.
The bullet had already been fired from the dark muzzle.
The sound from the silenced handgun landed heavily on the hearts of the two people.
Rong Zhi’s eyes widened slightly.
Bright red blood blossomed into a flower of blood in her palm.
Bai Su let out a muffled grunt, biting his lips in pain, but his eyes still held a light smile, covering up the almost uncontrollable guilt and regret, "Forgive me, okay... Little one, forgive me."
Rong Zhi frowned, feeling something rising in her throat, desperately suppressing it, unable to speak.
She didn’t know what emotion to face Bai Su with.
After all, part of the fault lay with her for not informing Bai Su of her identity beforehand, yet Bai Su understood her awkwardness and pride, taking all the blame upon himself, leaving her completely unscathed.
Seeing the young woman turn her head away, Bai Su’s gaze locked intensely on her sharply defined jawline, he slowly closed his eyes, then opened them again, his voice sounded rough and hoarse as if scratched by sandpaper, "Rong Zhi, look at me."
Bai Su, standing at the top of the food chain, had never been so cautious.
It was just to coax his young companion, placing himself in a lowly position.
Rong Zhi suddenly felt an inexplicable irritability.
She forcefully reset her dislocated right hand with a crisp crack, swift and decisive.
Then she pried open Bai Su’s fingers, which were tightly gripping her, one by one, but the next moment he held on again, unwilling to let her go.
Rong Zhi clicked her tongue lightly, "Are you trying to get an infection holding so tightly?"
"No," Bai Su shook his head, his gaze obscure, "If I let go, you will disappear."
Rong Zhi paused, flexed her fingers, and flicked his forehead without warning, "Get up."
Bai Su’s eyes flickered with moisture, and ignoring the pain in his forehead, he stood up, following Rong Zhi’s footsteps forward.
She found the medical kit and then led him into the lab, turning on the light, and it was as quiet as ever inside.
Bai Su now allowed her to move as she pleased, listening to everything, obedient to the core.
Rong Zhi opened the kit, took out gauze and disinfectant, and realized with the comparison that it was truly difficult to act with just one hand, so she raised their clasped hands and shook them slightly, "Can you let go?"
Bai Su blinked, his beautifully shaped almond eyes curving into a joyful arc, "Okay."
With her freedom regained, Rong Zhi used tweezers to clamp medical cotton to begin disinfecting him.
Bai Su was really ruthless with himself, shooting without hesitation, aiming at the most dangerous spot, at this moment, the palm of his right hand opened, a bloody mess.
She frowned, examining carefully, hoping to avoid injuring the tendons and bones, as that would be tough to recover.
Once confirmed it wouldn’t heal easily, she couldn’t help suppressing her annoyance as she spoke, "Not crying out in pain now?"
Bai Su’s face remained unchanging, his almond eyes dark, his voice muffled, clearly feeling somewhat wronged, yet stubbornly enduring, "The little one looking at me more, just one look, and it won’t hurt."
A vein throbbed on Rong Zhi’s forehead, "Idiot."
Though she cursed, her movements on her hand were gentler.
Fearing later infection or complications, after applying the medicine, Rong Zhi also gave him an injection of anti-inflammatory medication, only finishing after midnight past two, she pursed her lips, quite irritable, as she kicked Bai Su to let him go sleep.
Mainly, it was about Bai Su’s hand, which would take a long time to fully recover, at least two years started from.
During these two years, it would be best if he could avoid using his right hand.
Pressing her temples, Rong Zhi, in quiet contemplation, pondered how to explain to Bai Su.
Instead, Bai Su reacted first, bringing her to himself with his left hand and wrapping her tightly about the waist, lifting his head, with a slight curve of his thin lips, "Don’t be afraid, there’s still the other one."
To him, it was worth using one right hand to earn her forgiveness.
Rong Zhi stepped back, now one sat on the bed while the other stood, Bai Su’s warm breath landed on her as he spoke, through the thin fabric, she seemed able to feel the faint warmth.
Turning her head away, her voice was cool, "Got it, hurry and sleep."
Speaking the most caring words in the coldest tone.
No wonder he fancied this little one of his.
Bai Su gave way on the bed, pulling back the covers and seriously asking, "Would the little one like to sleep on the outside or inside?"
Rong Zhi: "... Get lost."
Bai Su quietly watched her for a while, then sighed lightly, suddenly hooking her waist and pulling—
His two long legs wrapped around the young woman, one over the other, with the blanket snugly covering, and he lowered his head, his chin brushing against her forehead, then softly and cleanly kissing her tender lips.