In a private apartment in the east of the city.
Yan Sichen carefully helped Ning Qing into the door, turned on the light, and said, "Have a seat first." Then, he entered the bedroom.
Ning Qing looked at her surroundings. The simple Nordic style was very suitable for Yan Sichen.
Yan Sichen returned with the medical box in his hand.
He sat beside her. When he lowered his head, Ning Qing could see the worry and concern in his eyes clearly.
He asked, "What happened? Why are you injured like this?"
"I fell down accidentally."
Ning Qing pursed her lips and took the cotton bud from his hand. "Brother Sichen, give it to me. I'll do it myself."
"…Okay."
A hint of disappointment flashed across his face as he allowed her to take the cotton bud.
Then there was a long silence.
