qin anlan was hospitalized for a week, and ye liangqiu took care of him for a week.
his injuries were slowly healing, but they had left permanent scars on his body.
Especially on the side of his waist, there was a wound that was about ten centimeters long that would never be obliterated.
ye liangqiu helped him apply the medicine as he lay on his stomach. her fingers gently and slowly moved over the medicine, her heart palpitating.
when she woke up and saw that he was fine, she didn't feel scared.
however, he was still afraid after thinking about it. if the chandelier fell on his head, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"What, does your heart ache for me?" qin anlan's voice was calm, but there was a hint of a smile.
He sat up, tied his bathrobe, and looked at her with bright eyes.
Ye Liangqiu glanced at him. who cares about you? don't think too highly of yourself.
