How old was she at that time?
Fifteen? Seventeen? Or eighteen?
Later, it was Gao Zhe who took her away. After the treatment, he carried her into the car and never let go. Even after getting out of the car, he kept holding her as they went back to his room. He took the medicine from this very kit to apply on her.
Turns out, even a small thing between them has lasted all these years.
Gao Zhe remained silent, keeping his head down, carefully applying medicine to her hand. The injury wasn't serious, not even a cut, yet he applied it meticulously for a long time.
Until the tow truck arrived, its headlights flashing, Lu Zhenzhen snapped out of her daze and withdrew her hand.
Gao Zhe hesitated for a moment, then nonchalantly packed the kit.
"How are you going back?" Gao Zhe asked.
Lu Zhenzhen glanced at his car, stepped off the front, ignored him, and called her assistant to pick her up.
Then she waited by the roadside; Gao Zhe stood not far away, not approaching.
