Lin Qingzhu may have thought about it and realized that he still couldn't hide the scars on his face, so he simply stopped covering it, and his scars were exposed.

When Xu Zhu came back with the clothes, Lin Qingzhu was still afraid and kept her head down.

Lin Qingzhu took it silently, raised his eyes and glanced at Bian Xuzhu's expression. Fortunately, he didn't see any changes.

"Azhu, you're all wet. Go take a shower. It's uncomfortable to be wet."

When Lin Qingzhu went to take a shower and change clothes

He reheated the food on the table.

"Have you changed?"

"Come and eat together. I've been waiting for you for a long time, Ah Zhu." Bian Xuzhu's tone was a little aggrieved.

"sorry."

Lin Qingzhu took out his cell phone, and Bian Xuzhu found that his cell phone was broken into pieces, the screen was cracked, and it was more shattered than broken glass.

Seeing that Xu Zhu didn't say anything, he whispered even more quietly: "I'm sorry..."

He thought Bian Xuzhu was angry

"fine."

"Come and try these dishes. I made them myself and reheated them several times. I don't know if they taste good."

"It's my fault too. I should have waited until you came."

"Xu Zhu, I..." His long, curved eyebrows kept trembling and his eyes looked very hesitant.

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out

"Can't you use chopsticks?" Bian Xuzhu suddenly said

"Ah, I can... Actually, I also..."

"Chinese."

"Yeah, I guessed it."

"Your Chinese is very standard."

"Your younger brother is also Chinese, right?"

"yes."

“But I came here early.”

"Where were you in China before?" Bian Xuzhu asked

"The capital of China."

"It's far from your side."

"Don't you know?" Bian Xuzhu took out a glass of red wine and put it on the table and asked

"Nothing, I'm just asking." Lin Qingzhu looked a little dazed, not knowing what he was thinking.

Bian Xuzhu saw Lin Qingzhu took a bite first, and he looked at him expectantly.

"tasty."

"I made it myself. If you like it, I'll make it for you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Xu Zhu."

"Would you like some red wine?" Bian Xuzhu asked as he opened the cork.

Lin Qingzhu's eyelashes trembled again

"Have a drink."

"Cheers."

Bian Xuzhu raises his glass

There was a sound of clinking glasses. Lin Qingzhu forced a smile on his face, but after taking a sip, his whole body was trembling.

"uh-huh."

Lin Qingzhu couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood

“Cough… cough… cough…”

Lin Qingzhu kept coughing

Bian Xuzhu dropped the chopsticks in his hand to the ground, and hurried over to pat his back.

It's fine if you don't pat his back, but if you pat his back, there will be big problems.

There was blood on his back, staining his clothes red.

"Cough cough cough." He was still coughing uncontrollably.

"Lin Qingzhu, behind you..." Bian Xuzhu's face was no longer indifferent.

He was shocked, distressed, and sympathetic to what happened to him.

Lin Qingzhu couldn't help but fall on the table, waiting for Bian Xuzhu's apology again.

"sorry."

"sorry."

"I'm sorry!" He apologized three times in a row

"You don't have to apologize to me, Lin Qingzhu. You never have to apologize to me."

"I almost... couldn't come." Lin Qingzhu pulled a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I feel so bad, Xu Zhu."

"He doesn't understand me at all."

Lin Qingzhu said to herself, tears streaming down her face.

"Azhu, take off your clothes."