She wrapped her arms around Mu Tingshen’s muscular waist and buried her head in his chest.
The moment Shen Xingling saw Mu Tingshen, her nose began to sting, as if all her grievances were suddenly spilling out, along with the tears for how he had ignored her that morning.
She had endured it without crying while getting stitches in the emergency room. Although local anesthesia meant she didn't feel pain, just imagining the needle weaving back and forth through her flesh was terrifying enough.
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