Seeing that Long Xun rolled his eyes thinking that Zhang Zhehan might have decided to finally leave. Just as he was assuming this, Zhang Zhehan turned and started walking towards his with a first aid box in his hand.
"What are you doing?" Long Xun asked with his brows raised when he saw Zhang Zhehan walking towards him with a first aid box.
Zhang Zhehan didn't reply. He grabbed Long Xun's hand and he looked at his bruised hand very carefully. "How did this happen?" Zhang Zhehan asked as he opened the first aid box and he started applying medicine to his hands.
Long Xun went still for a moment.
He looked at his hand and at that moment he realized that his hand was badly bruised. When he had punched the wall in the morning, he didn't feel anything at that time nor did he see any wounds. From a young age, Long Xun grew up not caring about his own wounds.
