Xia Zhisu slightly furrowed her brows, yet she didn't know how to respond.
After a moment of silence.
Ling Tian'ao suddenly remembered and grabbed her hand, "Is your palm better? Why is it bandaged so poorly! There's still so much blood!"
"It's fine..." Xia Zhisu tried to withdraw her hand.
Ling Tian'ao wasn't willing to let go, "How can it be fine! Your palm is all messed up! Doesn't it hurt?"
Ling Tian'ao easily pulled the gauze aside and saw her palm, bloody and raw.
The wound had indeed been treated, but it was clear the one who treated it lacked skill!
"It doesn't hurt..." Xia Zhisu still insisted on pulling back her hand.
Her heart was in pain, so if her body didn't feel some pain, her heart might hurt to the point of death.
Ling Tian'ao took hold of Xia Zhisu and directly led her towards the house.
"Ling Tian'ao! Stop it! I don't want to go in!" Xia Zhisu wouldn't budge.
Ling Tian'ao's eyes darkened slightly.
