"What's wrong with your foot?" Lin Zhenxin asked Li Yanan to sit down quickly, crouching on the ground as she reached out to take off his slippers.
"It's nothing," Li Yanan replied, but Lin Zhenxin didn't believe it at all.
Ignoring his attempts to evade, Lin Zhenxin took off his slippers anyway.
Only then did she see that his soles were full of blisters, blackened with dirt, very dirty.
"..." She originally wanted to say something, but she couldn't get any words out.
Looking up at Li Yanan's face, Lin Zhenxin realized that ever since she met this man, her tear ducts seemed to grow increasingly sensitive.
"Don't touch, it's too dirty."
Li Yanan had left in such a hurry, with such anxiety, that he had called her all the way there with no answer, his mind a blank.
Lin Zhenxin acted as if she hadn't heard, gently brushing his sole with her fingers.
It was really dirty, but she didn't care at all.
