"I-I'm in pain," Feng Qing explained with a trembling voice. Other people couldn't see, but the man could definitely see that she was crying. She wanted to tell the man that she was crying because of the pain, not because she couldn't suppress the man's illness and felt useless.
Xie Jiuhan gritted his teeth. His fingers trembled slightly. He was hesitating between letting go and not letting go. However, in the end, he still held the woman's fingers tightly in his palm and reached out his other hand to wipe away the tears at the corners of Feng Qing's eyes.
"Tell me, where does it hurt? I'll rub it for you," Xie Jiuhan said coldly.
Upon hearing this, Feng Qing's face heated up again. Then, she heard the man say, "When you can hold a needle, I'll let you treat my head. You can treat it however you want."
