Qian Yikun looked straight at her as he applied medicine on her wound. Then, he retrieved a fresh set of dressing and wrapped it around her carefully with a bandage. Afterward, he helped her change into a new set of pajamas.
Mo Fei's eyes were burning at the rims, but she did everything she could to hold it in.
She was not worthy. He said it himself.
After everything was done, Qian Yikun tidied up the mess on the table and pulled the blanket over Mo Fei, tucking her in. "Mo Fei, it's time for you to fix your temper. This world isn't a world where the strong can do anything they want."
"What? Are you feeling sorry for your fiancée now?"
"You're impossible." Qian Yikun threw the blanket on her and turned around to leave immediately.
Mo Fei let out a scornful laugh. Her chest was still hurting, but it seemed like the pain she felt was more than superficial.
