Xie Shang examined the corner of her eye and noticed a tiny scratch. He fetched some ointment from the room, washed his hands again, dabbed a little ointment onto his finger, and gently spread it over the scratch.
Her eyelashes didn't move as she watched Xie Shang.
She tilted her head back slightly, the bangs that usually masked her facial contours were blown aside by the wind. Her pupils, unobstructed by lens barriers, were bright and lively.
There was a contradictory quality about her, as if she had seen through the worldly ways, yet seemed as if she was new to the world. Her doe-like eyes were innocent, stubborn, unyielding, and unaccommodating.
"Xie Shang."
"Hmm."
She was smiling.
Unsure what was making her happy.
She called him, "Xie Xingxing."
Xie Shang didn't respond.
"When I call you, you should answer."
