Zhan Moxiao didn't seem too concerned, smiling as he wiped her tears away, softly saying, "It's okay, these wounds are self-inflicted. I know the severity, they won't be life-threatening, don't worry."
Ou Lan looked at him in shock, "How did you cut yourself, and why?"
"Because it helps me stay clear-headed and prevents me from making mistakes. Last night was really close; Zhan Chengfeng drugged our room with an aphrodisiac, and I was genuinely afraid I might lose control, make a mistake, and then you'd despise me, leave me."
Ou Lan finally understood. He used self-harm as a means to force himself not to touch Baili Yongjia. Seeing the wounds covering him, she gently caressed them, feeling heartache, "Does it still hurt?"
"These wounds have all been treated, they'll heal quickly, and these minor injuries are nothing. Your husband is a tough guy, don't be sad, okay?"
