"Are you alright?" Lin Zhuo looked down at her, his fingers gently brushing over the scar on her collarbone, his touch as soft as if he were handling a fragile treasure.
Lin Qingyi shook her head, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by exhaustion.
She turned and walked toward the living room, the hem of her robe brushing against the leather sofa with a soft friction. "I'm going to go change."
Chapter 58