Lu Zhenzhen looked at him, without saying a word. She used to relish Gao Zhe's gaze like this, but now she couldn't quite handle it. Not wanting to reveal her unease, she simply turned away and showed him her back.
"Hiss——"
"Where does it hurt?"
Gao Zhe held her shoulder, turning her to face him.
Lu Zhenzhen was about to retort, but seeing his concern, she swallowed her words. She rolled up her sleeve to show him the nail marks on her arm.
She was slightly surprised, "I didn't feel it at the time, not even in the shower. It must have been when I turned over just now, that's when it hurt."
Gao Zhe frowned tightly, leaving behind, "Lie still," he briskly went out to fetch the medical kit.
He folded her sleeve a few times up to her arm, carefully tending to her wound.
Lu Zhenzhen couldn't escape; no matter which way she looked, his face was always there. Tears welled up, her nose tingled as she covered it with a hand, probably now red.
