He was gentle, full of care and... something else Xia Wan'an couldn't decipher.
His hand lingered on her neck, the pads of his fingers ceaselessly caressing her, making her somewhat uncomfortable. Just when she considered avoiding him, he suddenly spoke, suppressing a rollercoaster of emotions, making his normally gentle voice sound oddly captivating, "Does it still hurt?"
Does it still hurt?
The first thing that flashed across Xia Wan'an's mind was, it sounded like a question a boy would ask a girl during their first time.
Immediately realizing her thoughts had strayed, she hastily shook her head to discard the unsuitable imagery in her mind.
Seeing her reaction, Han Jingnian assumed she was indicating that it no longer hurt, and his heart, which had been hovering uneasily for days, settled a little.
He didn't rush to withdraw his hand but stared at the deepest bruise on her neck for a while. Guilt and an apology flashed in his eyes, and he moved his lips, "I'm sorry."
