Her voice was gentle, and her gaze was gentle as well. "Sister, I know you both are worried about me, but after all, I've died once. I'll cherish this hard-earned life and want to live every day well in the future."
Su Yingxue finished bandaging Su Han's hands. Su Han looked at her hands with a smile mixed with a hint of bitterness. "Although these hands can heal, I'm afraid I won't be able to touch things like playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting anymore."
"Who said that!" Su Yingxue hurriedly interjected. "Sister's zither skills are unparalleled and famous throughout Jiang Du City. In the future, we'll still listen to you play 'High Mountains and Flowing Water'!"
Su Yingxue knew how important these hands were to Su Han.
"But I've already asked Young Master Ruan. He said my hand has healed, but it will only be for decoration in the future. In the cold winter months, my joints might swell and hurt."
Su Han shook her head slightly.
