They stood close to the wall, surrounded by the rustling of leaves and raindrops hitting the cement. They remained silent.
In this calm silence, their emotions traversed thousands of mountains and seas, known only to heaven and earth.
After a long time, the sky gradually brightened, the clouds dispersed, and the rain stopped. They parted ways under the eaves.
Jing Xin visited Jiang’s mother, aware that Jiang Xiang Yang did not mention his whereabouts, and she hesitated to ask after being scolded previously.
Chapter Sixteen: Shocking Wounds
It was the weekend again. Jing Xin remembered Jiang’s mother would be discharged on Thursday and should be home this week.
She woke early, preparing papaya and fish tail soup to take to the Jiang home, as she had heard it was beneficial for patients.
The morning light spread warmly across the yard, with purple chrysanthemums blooming in the dew. Jing Xin felt as vibrant as the lively courtyard as she walked through the open gate. The house was quiet, almost eerily so, with only her heartbeat audible.
The only closed door was Jiang Xiang Yang’s room. She knocked softly but received no response. When she tried the handle, the door opened with a creak.
Thick curtains blocked the bright light. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she saw a man on the sofa beneath the window, adjusting bandages on his arm. Several bottles and bandages lay on the small table, suggesting he was changing his dressings.
Upon hearing the door, he looked up panic-stricken, his gaze sweeping over Jing Xin before slightly relaxing.
In a low voice, he said, “Close the door,” then continued wrapping his bandages, wanting to hide these wounds from his mother.
She was already so ill; he couldn’t let her worry anymore.
The door closed gently, and the room darkened, contrasting sharply with the bright sunshine outside. Jiang Xiangyang’s figure was hidden in the gloom, exuding a gloomy aura.
He struggled to remove the bandage from his arm. The knot was tightly tied, and after several attempts, he gave up, roughly pulling at it.
Jing Xin was startled. Who would treat a wound like this?
Without thinking, she set down her bag and approached him, gently touching the bandage. “Let me help!” she said, assuming he couldn’t change his dressing in his condition.
