Ye Lantian walked over, took He Longze's hand, and carefully used a cotton swab to clean the wound on the back of his hand.
"Why are you tormenting yourself like this?" Even if you're blaming yourself, you don't need to clench your fist and throw it at the wall.
Hurting yourself like this—the one who feels the pain is still you, not me.
"Lantian, Yiran was spoiled by Grandpa since she was little. She's always had no sense of boundaries when she speaks or does things. Don't take it to heart, okay?"
Afraid that Ye Lantian would get upset with him again because of what He Yiran had said before, He Longze hurriedly explained.
Ye Lantian was indeed feeling a bit upset.
But all of that was from before.
Right now, with He Yiran lying motionless on the bed, how could she still hold those things against her?
Lifting her head to look at He Longze, she instead felt that she was the one in the wrong.
