Qiao Anhao lowered her head to look as Lu Jinnian treated her wound with seriousness. She looked away, for her eyes started to sting, tears threatening to form.
Only after he covered her wound with a plaster did he stand up. Qiao Anhao hurriedly took in a couple deep breaths, suppressing her unstable emotions, turning to face Lu Jinnian with a smile. "Lets eat, it's going to get cold."
"Yea," Lu Jinnian agreed lightly. He raised his hand to ruffle her hair, tossing the cotton wool he had used into the bin before retrieving a wet tissue to clean his hands. Returning back to his seat, he took up the chopsticks.
