Jian Qing nodded lightly, and Quan Mingxuan brought over the medical kit, "The medical kit is here."
Quan Jingwu opened the medical kit, took out the cotton swab and antiseptic alcohol, and Jian Qing held Nineteen securely, grasping his fair little foot.
"Nineteen, be good and don't move, let Daddy apply the medicine for you." She coaxed softly, and for a moment, Quan Jingwu felt as if he saw her, the one without amnesia.
He glanced at her, his eyes deepening, and dipped the cotton swab in alcohol to begin disinfecting Nineteen's wound.
"Hmm—"
When the antiseptic alcohol touched the wound, Nineteen's delicate eyebrows furrowed tightly, her small rice-grain teeth biting down on her lip, her once warm palms instantly turning cold.
"Don't be afraid, Mommy is here," Jian Qing said as she looked at the bloody wound and then at Nineteen's crumpled little face, holding his small hand tightly.
"Mommy will blow on it for Nineteen."
