"Thank you, I'll do it myself," Fu Han said as she struggled to get out of bed.
Her stomach still hurt terribly as if her internal organs had been displaced, the pain piercing her heart. But she felt dirty and didn't want Nan Qing's hands to get dirty too.
Although Nan Qing couldn't clearly see Fu Han's face, she could feel Fu Han's discomfort. She wanted to stop Fu Han but feared that any unintended movement could cause her secondary harm.
Eventually, she went along with Fu Han's wishes, allowing her to wipe her own body while Nan Qing could only place the basin on a chair to prevent Fu Han from bending too deeply.
Fu Han was like a robot, mechanically wiping her neck and chest over and over again with a towel. Her movements vigorous, her neck was already reddened but she seemed oblivious to the pain.
Nan Qing bit her lip hard, knowing that something must have happened to Fu Han. Fu Han wouldn't speak of it, so Nan Qing didn't ask.
