Xia Xibei smiled at Qiao Yanjue's question, and her heart felt warm.
"It's from an old fall, it's long healed. Even the scars are faded."
Seeing how sure she was and that it didn't look like anything bad had happened, Qiao Yanjue's face relaxed.
"If someone hurts you, you have to tell me."
Xia Xibei laughed, "Don't worry, who can bully me?!"
"That's good," Qiao Yanjue nodded, then pressed her down on the sofa, "I'll blow-dry your hair."
"No need..."
"Your hand is injured, don't move." Qiao Yanjue subdued her movements, "I'll help you."
As he spoke, he turned on the hair dryer and the faint aroma of shampoo wafted into the air.
The warm breeze blew overhead as if blowing in Xia Xibei's heart, causing ripples.
Qiao Yanjue's movements were gentle as his fingers weaved through her long hair. Xia Xibei was so mesmerized that she was about to fall asleep.
