Jiang Yichun's fingertips had some thin calluses, they weren't very rough, but he was so flustered at this moment, he lost control of his strength while wiping away Bai Ruozhu's tears and ended up scratching her face.
Bai Ruozhu glared at him reproachfully; who was the one making her so upset and heartbroken? Didn't he know how to care for himself a little?
"Don't cry, really, I'm fine,'' Jiang Yichun said cautiously.
Bai Ruozhu pouted her lips and sniffled her reddened nose, saying, "It's no joke, look at your red eyes, and you've even got stubble. You're already worn out from fighting off bandits, why in such a hurry to come back? Don't you trust me to handle things?"
Although these were words of complaint, they only made him feel warm and cozy inside — she was concerned about him and felt sorry for him.