She could only treat them as friends at most, which was unfair to them, and a sense of guilt arose in her heart.
Zhi Chen saw his youngest brother coquettishly clinging to the young girl and suddenly felt a pang in his heart. He lowered his gaze to his own hands, which also bore many wounds. When she had been buried under the rubble in the cave, he had nearly rubbed his palms raw digging her out.
He rolled up his sleeves, gently pinched the center of his palm, causing himself pain, and then walked out, calm and silent.
Dong Huiying suddenly glanced at Zhi Chen, then hurriedly patted Liang Yuening.
"Baobao?" Yuening, in a daze, lifted his head to see her dig out a clump of ointment, apply it to her own hands, and then handed the small bottle to him.
"Take this to your elder brother, he's injured too."
Yuening took the bottle, looking at her with an expression of hesitance before reluctantly stepping out of the room, looking back with every step he took.
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