His father didn't even look at him but walked into the office block. To his father, Lu Jinnian was of no relation to him, as if he was a stranger.
There was practically no one who cared if he suffered when he was sick, if he was injured and in pain to the point where he felt that he could never feel suffering or pain.
But now, she actually asked if he was in pain...
They were such careless words, but they easily pierced the softest part of his heart.
When Qiao Anhao posed her question, she reached and opened her bag, took out the disinfectant, ointment, and bandages she had bought in the pharmacy.
She picked the cotton swabs to firstly disinfect Lu Jinnian's back. Perhaps because of the pain, Lu Jinnian's back suddenly tightened.
As though Qiao Anhao also felt the same pain travel through her, her hand struggled to hold the cotton swab.
