It was already dark when they left the hospital, and the rain had stopped.
Xu Su's stomach was growling with hunger. Xi Zirong opened the front passenger door, his voice full of concern. "You didn't eat lunch?"
"No." The shock of almost going deaf had transformed her feelings about the abuse from her family, turning her initial heartache into horrified anger.
There hadn't been much affection to begin with. That slap simply extinguished any lingering hope, which vanished like smoke.
Xi Zirong started the car and pressed the accelerator. "What do you feel like eating? Just so you know, since you're injured, you can't have anything spicy or inflammatory. It'll slow down your healing."
Xu Su looked down, silent. For the better part of the past year, it seemed all she ever did was get injured.
'She had heard the warning, "You can't have anything spicy or inflammatory," over and over again.'
