Jiang Xiangyang remained silent and didn’t refuse. He needed help.
He sat back slightly, resting his arm on his knee, letting her do as she pleased.
She carefully untied the knot with her slender fingers, quickly undoing what he had struggled with.
Jiang Xiangyang glanced in disbelief, then looked away, feeling her warm breath on his hand.
He shifted slightly on the sofa, uncomfortable with the unusual palpitations in his heart.
Jing Xin was focused entirely on the wound on his arm.
Slowly unrolling the thick bandage wrapped around his arm, Jing Xin noticed fresh blood stains as she unwound it.
Despite her imagination of the severity of the wound, she was still shocked upon fully removing the bandage. A nearly twenty-centimeter-long wound ran from his elbow to his wrist, roughly stitched with black threads. The entire arm was swollen, the wound oozing fresh blood and yellow fluid.
The sight was horrifying, causing her to gasp, her heart clenching tightly.
Jing Xin couldn’t fathom how terrible the wound must have been without stitches, likely exposing the tendons and bones.
Rather than finding the wound grotesque, her heart ached painfully. Tears fell unexpectedly, splashing on his hand.
She quickly turned away, wiping her tears, not wanting him to see. If he did, he would likely scold her.
Her thoughts surged, and her hand stopped. She looked directly into the man’s eyes, her conflicted gaze trying to see into his heart.
How could he be indifferent to such a serious injury? What was he thinking to let himself reach this state? What hatred lay hidden within him? What made him give up his promising future?
What made him treat himself so poorly?
The man remained quietly seated, his obsidian-like black eyes clear and bottomless, her figure reflected in his narrow pupils.
Jing Xin sighed heavily. Saying anything would be useless; she knew he wouldn’t listen.
Her turbulent heart gradually calmed. She took the alcohol from the table and slowly cleaned the blood around the wound. Her movements were gentle as she wiped, softly blew, applied medicine, and finally wrapped the bandage with a small butterfly knot.
Jing Xin lowered her head, revealing her delicate white neck. The fragrance of her hair wafted into his nose.
Throughout the process, Jiang Xiangyang remained silent. When she lowered her head, his gaze occasionally rested on her before quickly looking away.
