Lin Qingqian hurriedly walked forward to support him and asked Madam Liu, "Do you have any ointment?"
Madam Liu nodded. "Yes, I'll go get it and send it over."
Lin Qingqian thanked her and helped Jiang Yanshen upstairs.
Jiang Yanshen sat on the sofa, and Lin Qingqian squatted down to check his knee.
His warm and slender fingers clasped her slender wrist. "I'm fine," he said in a low voice.
He wanted her to pull her up.
Lin Qingqian was unwilling. She pried his fingers away and said firmly, "Let me take a look."
Jiang Yanshen couldn't dissuade her, so he could only let her roll up his pants, revealing his blackened knees.
Her eyes immediately filled with heartache. She blew gently and looked up at him. "It hurts a lot, right?"
Jiang Yanshen's thin lips were filled with a smile. "It doesn't hurt."
Lin Qingqian didn't believe his words. It was already purple and black. How could it not hurt?
