Gu Qibao sat on the edge of the bed, diligently applying disinfectant on Di Mingjue's wounds, blowing lightly on them from time to time, her heart aching from the sight.
His normally beautiful hands now looked very battered.
The earlier glass-shattering incident left some scars, and although they were almost healed, new injuries were now there.
Blood, bruises, and scratch marks all marred his hands.
Gu Qibao carefully cleaned the dried blood and couldn't help cursing Bo Chengrui under her breath for scratching her husband's hands so badly, infuriating her!
If she weren't pregnant and unable to engage in a fight, she would have definitely stepped in and helped!
"Does it still hurt?" Gu Qibao softly asked as she continued the cleaning.
Di Mingjue didn't respond, as he hadn't heard her. He was too busy gazing at Gu Qibao, lost in thought.
Gu Qibao was dressed in a tank top, and the fact that she was crouching at the edge of the bed left Di Mingjue a bit flustered.
