Nana brought the first-aid kit in Jinhai's room and sat beside him on the bed. She poured some antiseptic on the cotton and began wiping the blood off his head.
Jinhai was gazing at her with a silly expression on his face, obviously happy to see Nana tending to him. The only thing that revolved in his mind was that Nana still loved him and cared about him.
"I heard what you said to the media reporters," she said.
"Hm. They just want to use this incident as a means to make their channel more popular, nothing else."
Nana glanced at him. "I am talking about the part where you said that you don't feel guilty at all."
"Because I don't."
Nana said nothing. She lowered her gaze and changed the piece of a cotton ball.
