Bei Sangyun stared at Fei Chuan, who was busy dabbing the cotton with alcohol on her wound. This scene reminded her of a story he had once told her. Who would have thought it would come true?
She had indeed appeared at his door, injured, asking for help, and he had let her in. The coincidence was so remarkable that Bei Sangyun wondered if the adult Fei Chuan had known it would come true one day.
"People usually cry or frown when their wounds are being cleaned. But you're laughing instead. Are you a masochist?" the man asked, his tone laced with mockery, but his hands were still gentle.
Bei Sangyun hadn't noticed she was smiling, and his insulting words didn't ruin her good mood. "I'm just amused. Would you also find it funny if I told you that someone predicted this would happen long ago?"
Fei Chuan glanced at her suspiciously. Was she serious in asking that dumb question?
