When Jiang Yuyan was cleaning the blood traces around the wound, Lu Lijun's sight observed her closely but averted it when he heard Jiang Yuyan.
"Is it hurting too much?"
"No." A firm reply came from him.
"Good."
Saying Jiang Yuyan pulled out one bandaid and spoke as she tore the wrapping, "Do you want to say or ask anything to me?"
She was sure something was going in his mind but what exactly; it was hard to guess.
"No," Lu Lijun replied immediately.
Jiang Yuyan finally looked at him in his eyes, which had no emotion in them. "Then why do you look so upset or angry with me?"
"I am not angry with you," Lu Lijun replied.
Lu Lijun never lied, so Jiang Yuyan had no other option but to trust him.
It was the truth that he was not angry with her, but it was something else that he was upset about and he didn't know how to deal with it.
