A bullet penetrating through the skull would cause pressure on the nerve of the brain.
In her previous life, Chi Yang's eyes were always bloodshot. The vessels on the rim of his eyes would protrude. She had thought that it was because of his condition. Thinking about it now, it might have been because of the wound on his head.
"Does it still hurt?"
Zhong Nuannuan pitied him as she touched the scar that almost took his life.
While looking into her eyes, Chi Yang felt the sort of happiness that one could only get when your wife was concerned about your well-being. His stern and strict face blossomed into a smile. His black eyes that were looking at Zhong Nuannuan looked like they were being burnt by fire. His gaze was heated.
"No. It hasn't hurt for a long while."
Zhong Nuannuan leaned her body forward and reached out her hand to support the back of Chi Yang's head. She used her free hand to massage her scar, exerting slight pressure.
