After seeing how well Zhan Lichuan could tolerate pain, Jing Qian wasn't worried about him getting superficial sutures like these.
When she was done with the sutures, she covered them with plaster and immediately laid down next to Zhan Lichuan.
Zhan Lichuan was still a little worried about what happened, worried that his wife might not like him but then, the beautiful face of his wife was right next to him.
It was less than 10cm away from his own face.
"Qianqian."
Zhan Lichuan tried calling her but he didn't get a response.
As he remembered how long she would sleep after the massage and acupuncture, he was aware of how exhausted she must feel.
He looked at the little girl's quiet face as she slept and tried moving his hands.
That was when he realised he could now move his hands, slowly brushing his fingers on the girl's face.
