In my memory, Shen Yishu had long stopped being that bristly young man, so why is he still so explosive over there?
"Er, come back later!"
I had the employees in the office leave first.
Listening carefully, I could hear Shen Yishu arguing with Jian Jing, his emotions intensely agitated.
"Shen Yishu!"
I called out softly.
The arguing outside then stopped.
Footsteps approached from a distance, and I stood up, leaning on the desk.
Shen Yishu's hand reached out to me; he grasped my arm, wanting to help me sit down.
"Xiaoyun, sit down!"
"I'm fine, don't treat me like a blind person. My eyes are just medicated; I'll be able to remove the bandages in a couple of days..."
I was halfway through speaking when Shen Yishu's hand reached my face, gently exploring, his movements featherlight.
"Does it hurt?"
A simple question, yet filled with profound concern.
"No, it doesn't!"
