Under the warm orange light, Qi Shenbai's usually cold facial features appeared gentler. His facial features were deep and his expression was serious. His thin lips under his high nose bridge were slightly pursed, making him look like an immortal who had descended to the mortal world.
At this moment, a few blurry and chaotic images suddenly flashed across Xu Jiaojiao's mind. Her heart tightened as the familiar feeling surged in her heart. She wanted to see the images in her mind clearly, but she could not.
Qi Shenbai threw the used cotton swab into the trash can, tore open a new band-aid, and stuck it on Xu Jiaojiao's forehead. When he saw something off about her expression, he asked, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?"
Xu Jiaojiao opened her eyes and looked into his deep eyes. After a while, she gently shook her head. "No, I just felt that this scene was very familiar, as if it had happened before."
