Nanxi looked up at Lu Yinchu, but all she saw was his cold, stiff back. He turned to look at her with mild irritation, "Wait a moment."
With that, he hurried off...
Nanxi sat there, looking at the cat squatting not far away, looking like a child who had done something wrong. It resembled her own cat from the past - the color, the name, even the look on its face when it felt wronged...
Was it a coincidence? What were the odds of such a coincidence?
Nanxi didn't know!
Lu Yinchu returned swiftly, carrying a medical kit. He placed it in front of Nanxi and started preparing disinfectant, cotton swabs, and other such items efficiently.
When he was done preparing, he caught hold of Nanxi's hand. Nanxi struggled but he spoke in a cold command, "Don't move!"
Nanxi: "..."
Nanxi stopped moving, and watched as Lu Yinchu carefully cleaned her wound. She did feel some pain, but with her thoughts muddled, she didn't register it.
