After Ye Liangyan had fallen asleep, Jiang Yutang got out of the hospital bed as quietly as a mouse.
He grabbed the cane and cautiously approached the sofa, gazing at the woman's sleeping visage with a slight trance.
A small lamp remained on in the ward, casting a gentle glow over the woman's hazy and exquisite face.
After the ice pack, her cheek was not as red and swollen as before, but traces were still visible.
His gaze shifted and he saw the ointment placed nearby.
She just now... she didn't seem to apply any medicine, did she?
Really, she doesn't care about her face at all.
With a soft sigh, he picked up the ointment, unscrewed the cap, and gently rubbed it on the pads of his fingers, lightly applying it to the woman's cheeks.
In her sleep, Ye Liangyan let out a faint moan and her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.
The man's fingers paused, motionless.
After a while, realizing she was sleeping soundly, he resumed gently smearing the ointment on her cheeks.
