After getting in the car, Shen Xian held a tissue in her hand but didn't dare to wipe carelessly.
Only after the numbness had subsided did the pain of the grazed skin start to penetrate her heart.
Gu Yan turned on the GPS to head for the nearest hospital.
After the car had been on the road for a while, Shen Xian recovered from the pain and, covetously eyeing Gu Yan's phone, which was set to navigation mode, said, "Can I use your phone to call home? I've been gone for too long, and I'm afraid she's worried."
"Of course, no problem."
Gu Yan raised an eyebrow, holding the steering wheel stylishly with one hand and handing the phone set to the dialing screen to Shen Xian with the other.
When he turned back around, he caught sight of blood in both of Shen Xian's palms and asked, "Do you need me to dial for you?"
"No, I can do it."
Shen Xian, not wanting to dirty someone else's phone, held it between her wrists and placed it on her lap, then began to dial with a clean finger.
