Wei Zhijuan's lips suddenly curved into a smile as she looked at Xian Yijun, who was seriously wiping her wounds. In the hospital, she had thought a lot that since Xian Yijun hated her, they could forget about the relationship between life and death in the future.
But as she watched him gently wipe her wounds, her heart, which had beaten so wildly during the night, began to beat like a little deer again. Her eyes were fixed directly on his handsome face.
It was only when Xian Yijun finished wiping the dirt around her wounds and waited for the doctor, did he noticed her expression. He frowned at her. "What are you smiling about?"
