Bai Xiao sat on the terrace, treating the wound on her heel. A gardenia bloomed on the terrace, its pristine petals exuding a fragrant scent.
When she fled in high heels, she didn't feel any pain; now, a mere touch sent a piercing ache through her.
"Do I have masochistic tendencies?" Bai Xiao muttered to herself, dabbing medicine on the wound with a cotton swab, over and over.
The ointment was cool; once applied, it brought relief.
"This medicine is amazing. Everything from the Ye Huang Family is top-notch!" Bai Xiao couldn't help but exclaim. It was just too bad that there wasn't a single word on this tube of ointment, not even a search on Baidu would work.
It was said that the Ye Family was "extremely wealthy," not ordinary at all. But was it necessary to be so different? All their medicines were specially made, with no words, no instructions!
Bai Xiao looked at the ointment and suddenly remembered the night Ye Huang was injured.
