If there was anything slightly imperfect, it would be the small scars on his face, but Shanshan thought that made him more masculine and cool – she couldn’t find words to describe him.
Jiang Xiangyang passed by and turned to walk out, planning to meet Ah Bao and the others at the dock at ten o’clock, uninterested in lingering with Shanshan.
As soon as he left, Shanshan grabbed Jing Xin gossip-style: “Jing Xin, do you know him? Who is he? So cool.”
Jing Xin replied: “Jiang Xiangyang.”
Shanshan added: “So you know Jiang Xiangyang. Last time you tested me, thank goodness I didn’t say I liked him, or you would have assassinated me. But honestly, he’s truly exceptional; Wang Luozhou can’t compare.”
Madam nodded: “Oh, I see! Yang was a good child, but unfortunately, he’s learned bad things from bad people. You friends should persuade him. If he continues like this, his life will be ruined. I don’t know where he got into a fight yesterday and got injured.”
“He’s injured again,” Jing Xin felt a dull ache in her heart and said, “Auntie, let me go see Yang with you.”
As she sat in the swaying car, many thoughts flew through her mind. She felt that visiting him so abruptly was somewhat inappropriate.
However, after hearing her mother’s words, she felt she should go and see him. He had saved her at the nightclub, and if he hadn’t appeared that day, she would have been harassed by that man. Now that he was injured, wasn’t it normal to visit him?
Thinking this way, she felt relieved.
Jiang Yang’s home was located in an old apartment in the center of City A, marked “City A Tax Bureau Family Quarters.” They lived on the first floor in a small courtyard with good lighting, though it seemed poorly maintained, with several pots of dead flowers piled in one corner.
When Jing Xin entered, Jiang Yang was hanging bandages and holding a brush in his left hand in front of an easel. He looked surprised to see her, then dipped his brush in paint and continued painting.
