Zhou Xufang felt terribly sorry for him, "You've got blisters."
Jiang Zhi let her grasp his hand, "Do you pity me?"
"Uh-huh."
She dabbed a cotton swab with a bit of ointment and gently applied it to his hand, but it hardly adhered, as she was afraid of hurting him.
Jiang Zhi couldn't stand her half-hearted efforts, which felt ticklish, so he simply took her hand and, with the swab, smeared it all over.
The blisters instantly burst.
Zhou Xufang: "..."
Didn't that hurt him?
Watching it made her feel the pain.
Jiang Zhi took the disinfectant and poured it over the area, cleaned it off, then squeezed some ointment on it before fetching a band-aid from the medicine bag for Zhou Xufang to apply.
Her expression was... utterly mournful!
Jiang Zhi chuckled, "Now can you understand me?" He ruffled her hair, "When you work hard, I feel sorry for you too."
