Mei Jing stared at her face, which was close at hand.
This face resembled Bai Ling so much that, for a moment, Mei Jing almost thought Bai Ling had come back.
But how could a deceased person possibly come back to life?
Mei Jing forced a bitter smile, pushing away her hand and bowing his head, refusing to look at her anymore, "I can handle it myself, no need to trouble you."
"What do you mean by troubling me? I'm your sister." Mei Shu disregarded his little moodiness, thinking he was just shy, and forcefully lifted his chin, bringing the disinfected alcohol cotton closer to him.
"Hissss." Mei Jing hissed in pain, and his furrowed brows slowly relaxed. He opened one eye slightly to sneak a peek at her.
Could it be that the demon did it on purpose just now?
"An untreated wound can get infected, especially on the head." As if she knew what he was thinking, Mei Shu added in a faint tone.
