Jiang Siyan's palm was ulcerated, and though now it was scabbed over, the wound was red and fierce-looking, quite horrifying at first glance.
There were a few minor burns on the back of his hand, which had scabbed over, revealing pinkish-white skin. It was nearly impossible to find any unmarred skin on his hand, and Jiang Jiu's nose tingled slightly as she saw it.
Jiang Siyan drew back his hand, "I'll do it myself."
Jiang Jiu took his hand proactively, applying the medicine bit by bit, "Does it hurt?"
"No, it doesn't hurt."
Jiang Jiu, frowning and speaking softly, said, "Even if it hurts badly, you would lie. I don't believe you anymore."
Listening to the almost coquettish tone of the person in front of him, Jiang Siyan smiled and pinched her face with his other hand, "It really doesn't hurt. The wound has already healed, just waiting for a full recovery."
