"What's wrong? Are you full?" Lin Gantang asked with concern.
"I'm not full. I can't see," Wen Yanqing said softly.
"That's why I told him to feed you right from the start." Lin Gantang was blinded by his aggrieved voice. She selectively ignored the part of the bowl that he had eaten and scooped up a spoonful to feed him.
Wen Yanqing opened his mouth obediently.
Lin Gantang took care of him gently and carefully, spoonful after spoonful, extremely patient.
The scene in front of him pierced Gu Zhichuan's eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly and loosened them.
Even in the years that Lin Gantang had been with him, she had never taken such meticulous care of him. At this moment, Lin Gantang looked at Wen Yanqing as if he was a fragile treasure. The gaze that wanted to hold him up, protect him, and do everything he wanted pierced Gu Zhichuan's heart again and again.
However, Wen Yanqing was injured while trying to save Lin Gantang.
