Then, he gently applied the ointment to her wound—cool, with a hint of pain.
Gu Nanqiao couldn't help but hiss, moving back slightly.
Huo Jingting's movements became even gentler. After applying the ointment, she suddenly felt a warm breath on her cheek. Looking down, she saw he was gently blowing on the spot where she was hurt.
Gu Nanqiao's eyes reddened slightly, and she suddenly remembered some memories that had been sealed away by time.
She recalled when she was a child, someone called him a wild kid. Without a second thought, she had rushed to fight, ending up with a scratch on her face.
Yet her intervention did not earn his gratitude.
Huo Jingting had scolded her. He called her foolish for not knowing how to protect herself.
Back then, she had felt so wronged. She hadn't cried from the injury, but his words made her burst into tears.
He stopped scolding her and, after applying the ointment, had gently blown on her injured spot.