But this movement pulled on the wound, making her palm hurt even more. Chen Zhi bit her lip tightly, enduring the sharp pain in her palm.
"Are you crazy? Let go of your hand!" Si Ye forcefully pried open her fingers, and indeed her palm was bright red.
His brows furrowed, and a trace of darkness flashed in Si Ye's eyes.
At this moment, Aunt Zhou brought up the medicine box and placed it beside Si Ye, cautiously asking, "Young Master, is there anything else you need?"
"Go get a basin of warm water."
"Yes."
Chen Zhi no longer moved and didn't act against him anymore. She turned her head to look out the floor-to-ceiling window, her heart full of melancholy.
Si Ye wouldn't tell her the truth, and without it, she didn't know what had really happened or if she should blame him.
If she blamed him, she feared wrongly accusing him, yet her heart was filled with suspicion and wild guesses, unable to treat him as if nothing had happened.
