"Of course I came." Qiao Mianmian walked towards him gratefully. After a moment of silence, she said softly, "How are you feeling now? Does your wound still hurt?"
Tu Yilei treated the burn on the back of his hand as soon as he arrived at the hospital.
But it still looked a little scary.
Tu Yilei saw the concern and self-reproach in her eyes, and his heart warmed. He felt that the pain on the back of his hand wasn't so unbearable anymore.
He looked at her even more gently and said, "The doctor applied the ointment just now. It's much better now."
Michael's lips quivered.
What did he mean by "it doesn't hurt so much"? He was clearly in so much pain that his face was pale and covered in a cold sweat.
He was already in so much pain, but he was acting as if nothing had happened in front of the woman he liked.
He was in such a terrible state, and he was still trying to console her.
He didn't know what to say.
