"I dare not anymore! I won't let my thoughts wander," Xia Ruqing instantly conceded.
Zhao Junyao curved his lips with satisfaction and continued sipping tea.
Zi Yue brought in the medicine, ready to apply it to Xia Ruqing's hand.
The blisters from the burn had already been pierced, and the medicine was applied once yesterday.
Presumably, it had already formed a scab now.
Zhao Junyao's gaze fell on her fingers, feeling a bit of pity and some regret.
He then said,
"Bring it over! Let me do it!"
Zi Yue was somewhat surprised.
"Yes!"
She responded and handed the medicine over.
Zhao Junyao took the medicine, sat beside Xia Ruqing, and gently unwrapped the bandage from her hand.
Seeing the dry, shriveled blister marks had indeed scabbed over.
He inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a heavy stone had quietly set down in his heart.
"Does it still hurt?"
This poor little girl, why didn't she say anything?
Always silly and smiling, truly foolish.
