439 Regret

He placed a little bit of the ointment on Xia Ling's wound.

The ointment was cold, so it eased the burning pain of her wound. Under the dim crystal light, she looked at his face quietly. There was a bruise on his lips and a few bloodstains that dried up. He looked different from his usual calm and gentle image. Instead, he came off as violent and fierce.

This was the first time Xia Ling saw him lose control of himself. Even when they quarreled or when he was arrogantly punishing her, he always maintained control, unlike the way he disregarded everything then. He was like a young boy who had started to become interested in love and got into a fight because of his first girlfriend.

Unconsciously, she went into a trance.

"What are you looking at?" Pei Ziheng asked as he applied the ointment on her.

Xia Ling avoided his gaze. "Nothing."

He did not probe further as he helped her lie down and covered her with a blanket. "Sleep early."