She slowly slid her fingers along the scar, tracing the uneven surface of the long and wide wound, imagining the terrible blow that caused it.
Feng Zhiwei thought back to the stories about the prince… that when he was seven he had almost died from an illness and emerged with a very different personality. Had that illness actually been this injury?
The scar ended and her finger tips brushed against good skin, the smooth coolness sending a blush through Feng Zhiwei's cheeks. She quickly pulled back her hand and schooled her thoughts, thinking about anything but the barely covered man beside her, hoping for the awkwardness to pass.
While she thought about Helian Zheng's smelly feet and wondered if Gu Nanyi might one day finally get sick of walnuts, Feng Zhiwei used the quilt to wipe down Ning Yi before bringing over and covering him with dry quilt, swapping the two quilts and never exposing Ning Yi's bare skin.
