In just a few seconds, Shen Yao brought over a basin of clean and warm water.
He gently wrung out the gauze and gently wiped the blood on Ji Zhao's nose.
"Does it hurt?"
"It hurt a little the second I bumped it, but I'm much better now." Ji Zhao smiled honestly. "Actually, you… you don't have to be so nervous. I'll be fine."
"It's all my fault," Shen Yao blamed himself. "If I hadn't suddenly appeared and frightened you, you wouldn't have hurt your nose."
"I'm really fine. You don't have to blame yourself." Ji Zhao comforted him gently. "On the other hand, I feel like I've done something wrong again…"
"Why do you say that?"
