"Are we there already?" Shen Lan crawled out of bed, feeling a bit of a headache, perhaps due to sleeping too long, and massaged her temples.
Cheng Yanqing sat on the edge of the bed and nodded slightly, holding a piece of cotton and some medicine.
Shen Lan, caught scent of the traditional medicine.
"What happened to your foot?"
"It's blistered." Cheng Yanqing said calmly, as if he was talking about something quite ordinary.
Shen Lan was heartbroken upon seeing. She got out of bed, sat next to Cheng Yanqing, and looked at his foot intently.
Indeed, that pair of handsome feet were blistered.
Shen Lan took the ointment from him resolutely, "Let me apply it for you. You not only walked such a long way but also carried me. How could you not feel distressed?."
Cheng Yanqing took back the ointment reluctantly, not willing to let her soothe his aching feet. "I haven't washed my feet... I'd better do it myself."
