"Don't move. You are sick. I should take care of you." Jing Yichen's voice was light, but his expression was serious.
Shangguan Ning felt helpless. It was true that she was sick, but she hadn't lost the ability of taking care of herself nor did she need the help of others to wash her hands.
Her fingers were thin and jade-like white and really soft. He couldn't help but massage them gently and wash them very carefully.
Shangguan Ning had never been taken care of, by anyone in this way. She felt the true gentle care of this man in her heart.
It used to be she who took care of others. No one had ever taken her well being into consideration.
When she was fond of Xie Zhuojun, she had put him first and took him into account on every occasion. What he had repaid her with, was nothing more than a "thank-you" and that too, without affection.
