Di Xiaxia really didn't know what she should say. She didn't even dare to look at Di Mingzhe. She just quietly lowered her gaze, silently thinking that this must be some kind of fantasy.
But Di Mingzhe seemed wholly engrossed in helping her clean the blood and dirt off her body without saying a word.
With her body cleaned of dirt and grime, he suddenly lifted her chin. His slender fingers, cool with the icy water, brushed against her cheek.
The forceful strength in his fingers forced her to lift her head, while a surge of pain seared her cheek.
Unable to bear it, Di Xiaxia furrowed her brows.
"Does it hurt?" Di Mingzhe asked, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"No, it doesn't." Di Xiaxia quickly responded while avoiding his gaze.
Seeing her like this, Di Mingzhe remained silent, feeling a bit dejected.
Was she that scared of him?
It seemed like she was afraid to even exchange another word with him.
