It was noon by the time Zhou Yinghuai finished treating Jiang Tan's wound.
After bandaging Jiang Tan's foot so much that it looked like a dumpling, he could not help but chuckle, "Quite adorable."
Jiang Tan tucked her foot under the blanket, remained silent, and softly said: "I thought your plane crashed."
"So you got yourself hurt trying to find me?" Zhou Yinghuai stroked Jiang Tan's hair. Her hair was soft, gently brushing against his hand, effortlessly breaking open his ice-cold heart.
Zhou Yinghuai's eyes softened as he looked at Jiang Tan and said, "I guessed so."
Jiang Tan had no rebuttal to offer. Indeed, she had done this to herself because of Zhou Yinghuai.
Jiang Tan opened her mouth slightly, and with an embarrassed smile said, "I was overthinking, you are blessed, you wouldn't be in danger."
Zhou Yinghuai looked deeply into her eyes, caressing her hair.
