His appearance reminded Jiang Jiu of Jiang Siyan's childhood—the little boy who would hide by himself without saying anything whenever he felt wronged, which softened Jiang Jiu's heart.
Before she could speak, Jiang Siyan had already come in.
"I'll leave once you've fallen asleep, is that okay?"
The words of refusal that Jiang Jiu mulled over in her mouth ultimately never escaped her lips.
"Whatever."
Jiang Siyan stood up, took an ice pack from the fridge, wrapped it in a towel, and applied it to her face, "Hold this."
Jiang Jiu slowly held it in place only to see Jiang Siyan go into the room, get a jacket, and drape it over her before carrying her to the bedroom.
With a flicker of peripheral vision, she saw Jiang Siyan's hand was covered in fresh blood.
"Your hand..."
"It's nothing."
How could it look like it was nothing?
