"I'll do it," Feng Wuya said as he took the bowl of medicine from Jiang Tao's hands.
Jiang Tao hesitated, feeling awkward and nervous, "Prince, our master... she might not be willing..."
"It's fine, you may leave," Long Xinghe closed her eyes.
When she opened them again, she had regained her composure.
Jiang Tao left.
Feng Wuya, holding the medicine bowl, sat down beside Long Xinghe.
With his long fingers, already cleaned, he dipped a bit of the ointment.
This medicine was to be applied to Long Xinghe's face, which even had many blisters from the burn.
Long Xinghe thought she could calmly face everything.
Yet, when she saw his long finger about to touch her face, she instinctively turned away.
The movement caused the blisters on her face to hurt again, and she grimaced in pain.
The pain was truly unbearable!
"Don't move around, and don't break the blisters, or they will scar."