He wasn't sure if it was his imagination, but he felt that Xinlan's attitude towards him had improved a lot.
She was caring for him.
This was the first time she had shown him a look of concern.
Feeling even sweeter inside, he became rather elated, in an excellent mood, and full of spirit.
As for the wound, it was negligible to him now.
"I'm fine, sorry to have worried you," he said softly, taking her hand.
Lin Xinlan's face flushed red, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand away, but Rong Shaoze held on tightly. When she tugged hard, he suddenly furrowed his brows and groaned.
"What's wrong?" she dared not move, asking anxiously.
"It's the wound," he said.
"Where? Let me see," Lin Xinlan hurried to pull away the blanket, staring intently at the wound on his waist to see if there was any blood seeping out.
