Han Jiaojiao put a clean towel into the hot water, soaked it, wrung it out, and then bit by bit wiped Han Yi's face, washed his hands, and his feet. She was worried that her brother would be uncomfortable in dirty clothes, so she laboriously propped him up and took off his shirt.
There were shallow red abrasions on Han Yi's back, and tiny beads of blood seeped out from the wounds. It was an injury incurred while he was rolling on the ground with Han Jiaojiao, evading an attack. Seeing this, Han Jiaojiao's eyes filled with warmth; she suppressed the sour feeling, bit her lips tightly, and turned Han Yi's body with force to lay him on his side. She fetched another basin of clean water and carefully wiped his back.
When she reached the spot with the puncture wound, Han Jiaojiao's tears fell once more.
"Brother, do you know, I was so scared just now... I almost thought that what he injected into you was an alien species virus."
