After a while, Gong Juechen slowly said, "There really isn't any ordinary frostbite ointment left. This ointment was specifically prepared for you; I only made three bottles. One was shamelessly snatched away by Changyi to use on Jingjing, one was given to you, and yet you gave it away to someone else… Forget it, let's not talk about that. Anyway, now there's only this bottle left in my hands. Once I finish applying it for you, I'll make more for you—just don't give it to anyone else again, okay? Did you hear me?"
As he spoke, Gong Juechen's tone became particularly stern. Seeing how her hands and feet had been frostbitten to such an awful state, it pained him to the point he felt like he might die from heartbreak—unless his heart was made of stone!
Ye Zhi thought that the present Gong Juechen seemed a bit different, but she didn't say anything.
