Although those scars had long since faded, a closer look would still reveal them.
He must have often dressed his own wounds, which is why... he was so adept at bandaging.
The thought of this... suddenly made her heart feel a bit strange.
"Done."
At that moment, Nan Yuling cut the gauze short and at last a satisfied look appeared on his handsome face.
When he turned his head to look at her, he found that she had been staring at him.
He frowned.
"What's wrong?"
"Nan Yuling, don't move..." Su Xingyue suddenly spoke up, addressing him.
Upon hearing this... Nan Yuling's movements halted, and he simply raised an eyebrow at her.
"Hmm, what do you want to do?"
Yet, his eyes were full of unmistakable indulgence.
Had she come up with some kind of mischief again?
...
As soon as his words fell, Su Xingyue smiled slightly and then... leaned into his embrace.