"Achen, should Mom go get some medicine for you?" Nan Fu gently held Nan Sichen's hand, another pang of heartache hitting her, "How did you hurt your hand again?"
Nan Sichen didn't speak. In fact, he was somewhat unaccustomed to Nan Fu's sudden tenderness—they usually didn't communicate like this.
"Come on, let's get you some medicine. If it doesn't get better, we'll have your father take you to the hospital." Nan Fu shot a glance at Nan Jingkang, "How about you give a hand here, help support our son."
Only then did Nan Jingkang step forward, but Nan Sichen wrestled his hand away from Nan Fu's grasp and walked out unhurriedly, undoing the buttons of his clothing as he went, his gaze icy as he said, "I need to get back; I'll go change into a new set of clothes first."
