However, Bo Youlin didn't go far, he stood at the doorway, his gaze still fixed inside the room.
Ye Rouxin's heart nearly scoffed with derision, Bo Youlin was truly despicable to the core!
Nonetheless, she dared not show it and merely gently pushed her wheelchair to the front of Ye Anran, "Sister, do you need me to apply medicine for you?"
"I don't need it," Ye Anran replied coldly, having already stopped crying, she took several tissues, wiped away the tears on her face, and slowly stood up.
As Bo Youlin walked out, she could apply the medicine, so she sniffed and moved to a corner of the living room. There was a small shelf, though openwork, but if she stood behind it and didn't completely undress, facing the wall, she carefully, gently began to unbutton her sleeve, grateful that she was wearing a shirt, for if it were a T-shirt, it might have been even more painful.
