Kang Chen stepped forward two steps, hugging Ming Mei. He saw a fish scale stuck on the back of her hand and some marinade sauce on her fingers. As he felt warm happiness in his heart, he also felt a deep ache.
The Ming Mei of the past wouldn't have done these things.
In these years, she had experienced a life he could never have imagined for her to become like this.
It's not that she is not good this way, it's just... he couldn't bear it.
Kang Chen silently turned on the faucet, placing her hands under the water flow to help her wash them.
Ming Mei's hands already had a thin layer of calluses, much rougher than they used to be.
When Kang Chen felt the calluses on her fingers, his heart ached dully.
He personally had come this far by holding a gun and endured countless blisters to develop such calluses; he knew the cost well.
Precisely because of this, Kang Chen felt so heartache.
