Soon after, she felt a slight chill and a slight pain radiating from her palm.
Jing Haohao slightly opened her eyes, seeing Liang Chen squatting by the bed, a first-aid box by his hand. He held a cotton swab, dipped in alcohol, delicately cleaning the wound on her hand.
The injury happened yesterday, she had accidentally shattered a makeup bottle upon learning that she was the woman at the center of a scandal. She'd cut herself while picking up the pieces.
The wound was not deep and had stopped bleeding last night. It didn't ache at all today unless touched.
The wound was on her palm, usually unnoticed by others.
She wasn't sure how he had noticed, but his actions were gentle, as if he were handling a precious jewel.
As Jing Haohao watched Liang Chen focused on her wound, a wave of inner struggle welled up within her.
It wasn't until Liang Chen stood up to leave that she hastily closed her eyes, pretending to be fast asleep.
