"Does it hurt?"
She doesn't want him to worry.
"Is it not painful?"
But she's afraid that he will become as angry as before, so she keeps silent, pursing her lips.
Yan Han lifts his eyelid and glances at her to find her furrowing her brows, absently lost in her thoughts, and looking as if she is being petulant?
Yan Han is moved and amused, raising his hand to gently touch her face.
He coaxes her softly, "Okay, it's my fault for being harsh earlier! But you were also wrong. Is it really that hard to tell the truth?"
Zhu Qianying finally lifts her gaze to look at him, raising her eyebrows to meet his eyes.
"Then aren't you asking an obvious question? I'm not a piece of wood. Of course, my hand is going to hurt being injured like this!"
Seeing Zhu Qianying getting riled up, Yan Han couldn't help but laugh. He sat up slightly, gently held her face, and planted a light kiss on it, his hand gently stroking her cheek.
