His hand trembled slightly as he held the ointment, instinctively thinking of hiding his wrist.
This behavior was a habit he had formed over the years.
Ever since the scar from his suicide attempt, he had been wary of people seeing this wrist.
He was not afraid of others knowing that he had tried to kill himself, but was afraid of them knowing about his ordeal with Lin Cen.
Perhaps he had been subconsciously trying to escape, to deny that the incident had indeed occurred.
Even though Lin Cen and he had made peace, even though they had both started new lives.
He understood that this was his issue to deal with.
It had nothing to do with Lin Cen.
It was due to the psychological trauma he had suffered that year, a trauma that still hadn't fully healed.
As Jiang Su began to withdraw his wrist, he forced himself to stop.
It was as if he was challenging himself, struggling, faltering for a good while before finally offering his wrist to her without reservations.
