How could that teeny tiny guilt in her eyes escape Xia Zhao's eyes when he was even familiar with all her expressions? It had to be said that the person he studied the most in his life was the woman standing in front of him. So, even though they hadn't met in years, he could still understand her every single frown.
Mu Chenyan again looked at her teeth marks and blood on his forearm and sighed, "I'll bring the medicine box." When she came back, she pushed him to sit down and started cleaning the wound that she inflicted. She took a cotton swab and cleaned his wound with the antiseptic.
Xia Zhao was focused on her movements as if trying to figure something out. As if just looking at her face, he'd be able to find the answers he was looking for. Clearly, he was wrong. He didn't find the answers but found himself in a trance.
"Ouch!"
Mu Chenyan's hand paused and she looked up at him with an ugly look on her face.
"What? It hurts," he said.
