Dan Hanxi's heart felt like something was tugging at it, so painful that he couldn't breathe.
To prevent Qin Youxuan from noticing anything unusual, he could only pretend that the wound hurt and quickly closed his eyes.
To love and not be loved back—just four simple words, yet the lifelong sorrow of many.
"The bruises on your face aren't too bad; it's just a little scraped. I'll put a couple of band-aids on. Try to avoid the wounds when washing your face in the next couple of days."
As Qin Youxuan said this, her hands moved swiftly and stuck two SpongeBob band-aids on Dan Hanxi's cheek.
Instantly, the man's previously rugged face took on a comical look.
Especially since Dan Hanxi's face had been injured.
The scars, despite repeated surgeries, had only become faint but were still easy to notice.
The scar running across half his face added an indefinable ruggedness to his originally handsome face, and now with the cute band-aids, it made him look somewhat ridiculous.
