The medicine sprayed on her ankle felt cool, and Yan Luoxi's anxious mood gradually calmed down. Even without tonight's confirmation, she had already determined it was Li Youran, so even if she ran, the sins she committed wouldn't disappear.
What she needed to do now wasn't to waste energy confirming if she was involved with Yue Haotian, but rather to think carefully about how to take revenge.
Han Zheng finished spraying the medicine, and his fingers gently pressed on the swollen area, massaging along the meridians to help the skin absorb it. He looked at Yan Luoxi and said, "Tonight's event is just the beginning, so don't overthink it."
"Hmm."
Han Zheng massaged for a while longer, and Yan Luoxi felt warmth at the sprained ankle, but it wasn't as piercingly painful as before. She retracted her foot, "Han Zheng, thank you."
