Placing the warm water beside the bedside table, Ling Chuxia moistened the towel and continued to wipe Shi Che's face.
Chuxia had become so natural and familiar with taking care of Shi Che that it didn't invoke any significant feelings for her, but for Che, it was different.
During those three years, Chuxia's meticulous care for him was, in his eyes, filled with ulterior motives, and he couldn't derive the slightest bit of happiness or joy from her attentiveness.
But now, her care came from the heart, from her feelings for him. Even if it was just a simple face-wipe, he felt enveloped by an intense sense of happiness; his whole body was soft and tender.
