Xue Feifei was stunned for a moment before turning her head to look at him. She realized that he wasn't looking at her face but was intently observing her wounds. His expression was very serious, tinged with a hint of pain as if he were caressing a rare treasure.
Seeing his gaze, she felt slightly at a loss, "I... I'm fine."
Yu Sixing earnestly examined her wounds then pulled her to sit on the sofa, turned to get some ice for her to apply to her face, "It was like this last time too, your face swelled up for quite a while before it went down."
Although the ice was cold, she didn't feel it was too cold; instead, the sensation of the towel-wrapped ice rubbing against her cheek was strangely tactile.
The two of them tacitly avoided discussing the recent visit from his mother. He was applying ice to her face, and she was staring ahead, lost in thought.