"Even knowing I married you for money? That I have no feelings for you?"
The sharpness of the question froze Tu Haohao's smile instantly, and even her flushed cheeks gradually faded.
"If it helps you through this crisis, I'm willing."
Tu Haohao responded softly, her gaze resting on his blood-dripping large hand.
"You're hurt?" She suddenly stood up, her cashmere shawl slipping off onto the sofa.
Then she hurriedly fumbled for things to carefully tend to his wound.
"Do you think you're a savior? Sacrificing yourself to save me?" Li Chengze mocked with a cold sneer, feeling deeply repulsed.
Tu Haohao acted as if she hadn't heard a thing, merely holding his large hand, gently blowing on it while cleaning the blood away.
For a moment, the cozy room was eerily silent.
Li Chengze looked down at Tu Haohao, but unexpectedly, a distant memory flashed in his mind.
