Sheng Qianxia frantically wiped away her tears, grabbed the first aid kit, and helped him disinfect and bandage the wound.
Throughout the process, he did not speak but watched her intently as she busily and nervously tended to him.
It was good, his Qianqian had returned.
She would care for him again. She would no longer give him the cold shoulder or struggle and resist, nor would she cry hysterically anymore.
It was good...
His eyes, filled with myriad unsaid words, gazed at her, silent.
Sheng Qianxia carefully tended to his wound.
Luckily the wound wasn't deep, nor had it hit any vital points—what if it had?
She didn't understand why he had suddenly come around; perhaps he was just temporarily appeasing her feelings? Maybe he was looking for another opportunity to attack?
No, no, he wouldn't do that...
He had said he would do it, he wouldn't take her child away again; he had promised to let her have the baby, right?
