In an instant, the light in An Yan's eyes extinguished.
She felt as though her blood was flowing backward, her breathing rapid, and her heart seemed to be torn open, causing indescribable pain.
The man who had been whispering sweet nothings to her just a moment ago was now kissing another woman.
Enduring the sourness at the tip of her nose, An Yan turned around and left.
Unaware of all this, Fu Shiyan noticed Su Manxi's approach, and he looked up at her with cold eyes.
Su Manxi hid her intentions very well, sitting up straight and smiling, "It's cool and refreshing, what is this?"
"It's a burn cream. Just apply it three times a day for a month, and your hand can be restored to its original state."
"Is it really that miraculous?" Su Manxi's eyes sparkled, "Thank you, Shiyan."
"Don't mention it. What would you like to eat? I'll have Han Yang bring something back for you." Fu Shiyan screwed on the cap and put it on the table, tossing the cotton swab into the trash can.
