After a year of careful care, Jiang He's hands were no longer as rough as they initially had been.
Although they still couldn't compare to the soft and silky palms of modern girls born and raised in the city, the calluses on her hands had faded several layers, and when she ran them over her belly, it felt itchy and warm.
"I didn't ask why you were touching my foot," she said.
"Didn't you?"
"Hmm..." Jiang He thought for a moment and pushed his head back to continue watching the computer, "Too many things on my mind."
"..."
These past few days had been busy. Although it was Qin Hao who had heroically charged forward to rescue her, they had left the house as a trio. It wouldn't be right to just leave him in the hospital for Qin Maocai to look after. During the day, Xu Qing and Wang Zijun would visit to keep him company, and at night, she had to work even harder to make sure she kept up with updates.
