Zhou Jingwei remained silent as he applied ointment and wrapped the bleeding gauze around her injured ankle.
His movements were gentle, as if he were handling a fragile object.
Upon hearing Cheng Weiyue's words, he first responded with a "Hmm," and then continued, "You've already done very well, Yueyue, you're very brave."
Cheng Weiyue's eyes shone brightly as she recalled Zhou Jingwei's words, which were not a joke but sincere and straightforward.
She couldn't help but smile, "Really?"
She turned childish just after he had praised her bravery.
Zhou Jingwei pointed at the tip of her nose with his fingertip, quite seriously saying, "Really."
After treating the wound, Zhou Jingwei had someone bring up food.
It was a simple Japanese meal, with eel grilled to a sweet temptation, laid atop rice.
Zhou Jingwei handed chopsticks to Cheng Weiyue and said softly, "You haven't eaten properly today; eat first. Any important matters can wait until after the meal."
