"Guan Jing, he is your husband," Mr. Qin tried to restrain the tumultuous feelings inside him. His grandson would cast everything aside for her. For all these years, he had been toiling to find her. If it were not for him, his great-grandson would probably have been in Qin's arms long ago.
Guan Jing touched her arm. It was not that she was unwilling, she was just afraid that others would discover the scar on her arm. Since that incident, she hardly wore short sleeves, fearing that others would see the scar. Even though she had nothing to worry about now, she still felt as if her bare arm was as naked as if she was not wearing clothes.
Such feelings made her feel ashamed.
The nurse was still waiting, so were the others. She had to stretch out her arm. After rolling up her sleeves, there was nothing on her arm, but she still felt very embarrassed. The pain came from her arm, but she endured it in the end.