I like it.
Zhou Chao was looking at the child before him", "I also like him." He extended his hand, gingerly hoping to touch him. At this moment, he had entirely forgotten how he'd just hurt this child he now adored.
A little while later, Zhou Chao closed the bottle and prepared to return it to Mu Lin. "This is for you," his expression seeming somewhat reluctant to part with it.
Looking at him, Mu Lin chuckled lightly and shook his head. "You keep it. Your hand is injured too, so you can apply some medicine yourself later." Mu Lin's gaze traced over the wound on his hand where the blade had carelessly cut him.
"Really... you'll give it to me?" Zhou Chao's lips couldn't help but curve into a smile of disbelief. Mu Lin nodded. "Really, but you have to promise me one thing."
Hearing this, the boy instinctively looked up at Mu Lin.