"Let's go," Jiang She began.
Wen Zhiyao carefully held his wounded hand, looking very anxious, "Your hand is injured. Wait a moment, let me bandage it for you."
Wen Zhiyao took out some medicine and bandages from her bag, cleaned his wound, applied the medicine, and then skillfully bandaged it to prevent infection.
Jiang She found it intriguing that Wen Zhiyao was carrying these items in her bag.
"Why have you got these?"
"I heard you're prone to getting into fights, so I intentionally bought these and kept them in my bag. I didn't expect them to come in handy." Wen Zhiyao explained while tidying her things back into her bag.
She found her action merely ordinary.
But it made Jiang She's mind whirl with thoughts. His heart was affected profoundly.
So Wen Zhiyao was also concerned about him.
Jiang She took the initiative and grasped Wen Zhiyao's hand. Many words came to his mouth, but he found himself at a loss for words.
