This whole situation brought tears to Song Qingchun's eyes. She stared at Su Zhinian, who was helping her wash her feet, and her power of speech was taken away from her.
After Su Zhinian washed Song Qingchun's feet clean, he poured the dirty water away and took a dry towel to wipe Song Qingchun's feet dry. Then he sat down beside her, pulled out the ointment from her grasp, and carefully applied with medicine with the aid of a cotton ball.
His movement was extremely light and gentle. When he got a closer look of the wounds on her feet, his brows furrowed, and displeasure crossed his handsome face. However, this only made him move even gentler. He held her feet in his hands and inspected them carefully to make sure the wounds were not deep before he cautiously applied the ointment. His cautiousness and gentleness that seemed like he was handling the most delicate thing in the world made Song Qingchun bite the corner of her lips unconsciously.
