However, Cheng Yan's gaze suddenly dimmed as he clutched his side. "My wound," he whispered. "It hurts."
Yao Tang dropped the oblivious act and immediately walked toward him. Lowering her head, she assessed the fresh wounds he had sustained.
"Which part hurts? Is it here?" She trailed her fingers down to the deeper cuts.
The medicine powder she had showered over him also acted out as a pain reliever. She also made sure that the powder was evenly spread out.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't hurt.
However, as she trailed her fingers downward, she saw him practically wrenching from her grip in pain.
She took another look at his back. A few minutes ago, the cut on his back had already started to scab from the powder's medicinal effects. However, now, it had started bleeding all over again.
Yao Tang furrowed her eyebrows as she turned to look at him. "What did you do?" she demanded. "Why did it reopen?"
How could this have happened?
