When Qiao Anhao saw this scene, her face turned a little pale. She bit her bottom lip and said softly, "Did you get hurt when you were saving me?"
They were filming a modern drama, so there wasn't any fighting. The only thing that could hurt him was when she fell from the swing, and when he caught her, he scratched himself...
Qiao Anhao suddenly thought back to the day when she opened her eyes. Lu Jinnian's gaze was filled with worry and panic, but at the time, his expression had changed too quickly, so she wasn't sure. She was a little suspicious, but she didn't dare to be suspicious. But now, when she saw the injury on his back, the suspicion she had forced herself to forget once again struggled to rise to the top of her heart...
Did Lu Jinnian care about her a little? If not, why would he risk his life to save her?
Qiao Anhao's heart was a mess. Her intuition told her that her guess was right, but she was afraid that she was just imagining things. Qiao Anhao struggled internally for a long time, but in the end, she couldn't hold it in. She gently lifted her eyelids, glanced at Lu Jinnian's side profile, and carefully asked, "That day, why did you save me?"
Lu Jinnian's fingers trembled slightly. He originally wanted to grab Qiao Anhao's hand, but he tightened his grip, then loosened it, then tightened it again. In the end, he silently fell back onto the bed. After staying silent for a long while, he closed his eyes, hiding all the emotions in them. In a light tone of voice, he said, "If something really happened to you on set, I wouldn't be able to answer to Xu Jiamu."
Why did he save her? He liked her so much, so how could he just watch her get hurt in front of him?
He thought that in this world, there was nothing more tragic than this. He clearly cared about her, so he risked his life, but all he could do was find a reasonable excuse to make it seem like he didn't care.
So he saved her because of Brother Jiamu... Qiao Anhao wasn't disappointed, but she still calmly replied with an "Oh", indicating that she understood.
Lu Jinnian didn't say another word.
After staying silent for a while, Qiao Anhao remembered why she was there. She looked at the injury on Lu Jinnian's back, and wanted to reach out to touch it, but she was afraid of hurting him. In the end, she retracted her fingers, and asked in a soft voice, "Does it hurt?"
Lu Jinnian's hands slightly tightened around the blanket.
Does it hurt?
Such a simple word, but to him, it was a luxury that he had always longed for.
When he was young, he had undergone a bone marrow transplant, so his body had always been weaker than normal people. After his mother passed away, how could a teenager take care of himself? He would often catch a cold or have a fever. When he went to the clinic, he would see other children his age being cared for by their parents, while he would always be alone.
At that time, he was young, and he yearned for someone to care about him. Even though his mother repeatedly told him that his father and the Xu family had nothing to do with him, he still ran to the Xu family's office building to wait for his father when he had a fever. He thought that if he was sick, his father would care a little. Oh, not care, but as long as he was willing to look at him, it would be enough. He endured his illness and waited for a long time. Finally, his father came, but before he could say a word, his father furrowed his brows and asked with a dark expression, "Who allowed you to come here? Leave! "
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