But the moment he made contact with Ye Qingtang's cheek, pain shot through his wounded arm and he quickly drew back his hand with a howl. He looked as frightened as an injured little animal.
Ye Qingtang's face turned pale.
The strike to his skull had caused Jiang Shaobai to become mentally impaired…
Staring at the thick bandages on his head, Ye Qingtang was unwilling to accept this fact, but… that doltish expression on his face was similar to that of a two to three-year-old child.
Where had that cunning, sharp-tongued teenager gone to?
Ye Qingtang took a deep breath and suppressed her rising anxiety. She carefully reapplied medicine to Jiang Shaobai's hand. Left in this state, Jiang Shaobai was no longer lucid. No one would be able to tell her who had attacked him.
With a foolish expression on his face, Jiang Shaobai gazed on at Ye Qingtang as she applied medicine to his hand. "Pretty."
