Jing Qiao's voice sounded as calm as ever, even with a faint smile on her lips. However, the calmer she appeared, the more it made one feel sorry for her, thinking she had it really tough.
Earlier, Su Lu had accidentally seen Jing Qiao's wrist, the fine white skin marred by a ferocious scar that bulged like a red centipede.
The edges were even extremely jagged, appearing as if it were cut repeatedly by something not very sharp.
Despite looking like an old wound, it was still easy to imagine how vicious the injury must have been.
So much so that Su Lu couldn't help but secretly grasp her own wrist, her fingertips touching the healed scar on the inside of her wrist.
It seemed to make her all the more empathetic to Jing Qiao's hardships.
"Why not," Jing Qiao looked at Jing Su in the projection and then turned to look at Bo Jingshen. "I'll just leave?"
"Leave to go where?" Jing Su's tone was unmistakably disapproving and his eyebrows were deeply furrowed. "Where can you go?"
