Rain gradually intensified. The taxi drove steadily on the highway, with misty water vapor on the glass, raindrops intertwining across the window. Xia Qianchi gazed at Xing Tuo, who was almost in a half-asleep state. His brow was still painfully furrowed, with tightly closed eyes. The bandage on his right hand hung loosely, the snow-white gauze seeping with traces of blood. She glanced at the hazy lights and flickering signs outside, then said to the driver, “Could you please stop for a moment? I want to buy something.”
The car stopped. She asked the driver to wait, then opened the door and rushed out. When she returned, she had a white bag in her hand. “Bang!” The car door’s sound vibrated against Xing Tuo’s eardrum. He slightly opened his eyes, and in his blurry vision, her face was covered with fine raindrops.
“You’re awake?” Her voice was slightly hoarse.
Xing Tuo weakly nodded, his gaze painfully flowing over her pale face, his breathing slightly irregular.
“How are you? Does your head still hurt?”
Xing Tuo tiredly shook his head and closed his eyes.
“Miss, you haven’t said where you’re going,” the driver suddenly asked.
“Oh, sorry…” Qianchi turned and softly asked Xing Tuo, “Where… where do you live?
Xing Tuo, still with closed eyes, mentioned an address, his voice rough and dry.
The taxi stopped in front of a large building.
Xing Tuo lived on the top floor. The apartment was spacious, with floor-to-ceiling windows spanning 180 degrees, wooden floors covered with a thick carpet. She helped him inside and sat him on the soft leather sofa, opening the white bag and beginning to re-bandage his injured right hand.
Chapter 84: Brother’s Lover
Xing Tuo allowed her to disinfect and bandage his wound, gazing at her. With a focused expression, she carefully treated his wound. He quietly watched her, as if she were still the girl from ten years ago… So many memories swirled and danced in his mind.
“Qianchi,” he called softly.
Qianchi paused, not looking up: “Hmm?”
Neither spoke further, the smell of disinfectant spreading in the air.
“Here, these are pain and anti-inflammatory medications. Take them.”
Your wound isn’t shallow; infection would be terrible,” she brought a cup of warm water, poured out the recently purchased medicine, and held it near his lips.
