"Um." He replied softly, "Since you already know, then it's a burden on you?"
Zhixi nodded solemnly, "Where's the medicine? I'll help you."
He Jingyao pointed to the bedside table.
Zhixi carefully untied the bandage. As she saw the wound clearly, her eyes reddened again, but she held back, gently sprinkled some medicine powder on him, and then replaced it with a new roll of bandage.
He Jingyao lowered his eyes, watching her serious and devout expression, feeling a wave of softness in his heart.
The surgery this afternoon, although simple, was the closest he had ever come to death in his life.
Perhaps with one careless move, he would never be able to open his eyes again.
Even someone like him, who is always calm, couldn't help but feel a burst of fear.
Fortunately, he was still alive and could still see her silly look.
He Jingyao's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he suddenly laughed.
Zhixi helped him wrap the bandage, finally letting out a sigh of relief.
