He had marks on his left lower back and left side of his back that looked as though they were just beginning to heal, a light pink in color. Were these from his last gunshot wound?
That must be it, Di Jinxuan's eyes dimmed. She remembered him speaking to her before he passed out last time, telling her not to be angry and to go back to how they once were.
Thinking back, no matter how much she nagged or hit him, he never really got angry or ignored her.
He was still shamelessly clinging to her, except for that one time—the time she went to see Di Xiaxia—when she scolded him for no reason, and he walked away. But in the end, he was still waiting for her at the door.
Later, he said he would stop pestering her, but unfortunately, within two minutes, he was jokingly smiling again.
He always laughed everything off, not caring about anything, or maybe he was just accommodating her.
