"Quick battle, quick decision," Zhou Mingchen lay on the bed, waiting for the medication to be applied.
Xia Lu picked up the new ointment she brought, the previous one had completely run out, and she had specifically asked the driver to buy it when she came back today.
The two red marks that had been bruised before had turned purple and yellow and looked like they would heal in a couple of days. She applied the ointment on the wounds just like before, her gaze wandering over the scars, wondering what they felt like to the touch.
As she was thinking, her fingers had already touched them.
Zhou Mingchen was very sensitive, "What are you doing?"
Xia Lu quickly retracted her hand, not knowing if it was because she knew the origin of these scars that she suddenly felt pity for Zhou Mingchen.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No, it doesn't hurt."
"I mean before," Xia Lu said softly, "these scars must have hurt a lot, right?"
