"Small?" Di Mingzhe frowned, "I didn't notice it being particularly small."
As he finished speaking, his gaze fell to her hand. He took a casual seat next to her, and his slender fingers lightly touched her hand, which was covered in adhesive tape. Looking up, his deeply black eyes, enticing and filled with sympathy, he asked her softly, "Does it hurt?"
Di Xiaxia watched his gentle eyes and was dazed for a while. He, it seems, had many different sides.
The way he treated her was different from others, and it gave her a warm feeling.
Seeing her stay silent, just staring at him, Di Mingzhe's frown deepened. Had she been stunned by the pain?
"What's wrong?" Di Mingzhe asked in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse.
Only then did Di Xiaxia come back to her senses. She rapidly nodded her head, then just as hurriedly shook it.
Di Mingzhe's brows furrowed even more, as if she really had become a little silly.
