Su Zizhan had his eyes closed, but as he heard some movements, he slowly turned his head and opened his eyes, looking at her.
Hua Yan took a few steps to reach the bed, clenched her hands behind her back, and asked softly, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Su Zizhan shook his head, "Not too bad, just a minor thing. It's nothing I can't endure."
Hua Yan had seen with her own eyes how Tian Bujue treated Hua Zhuo with acupuncture, almost every acupoint on her body had been needled, and even more, she had once seen an entire back densely covered with needles, too many to count. That was when she was very young, the time Tian Bujue first started treating her brother. She cried out loud with a "wow," only to be unceremoniously driven out by Tian Bujue. From then on, she was not allowed to watch again.
She fiddled with her hands restlessly for a while, but ultimately couldn't help herself. She brought her hands in front of her and grabbed Su Zizhan's resting hand.
