"What would you like to eat? I just checked, their Cantonese dim sum seems pretty good. I'll have the waiter bring it up in a bit..."
As she spoke, she lifted her gaze, her eyes falling on Fang Cheng's bare upper body, and she was slightly taken aback.
The morning light was soft and bright, outlining his muscular physique and bronzed, firm skin without reservation.
Lin Chuqiao's gaze involuntarily slid over his broad chest, finally resting on what should have been his bandaged right arm.
"Your hand injury, how come..."
Her cherry lips slightly parted, her eyes flashed with a trace of incredulous surprise.
Fang Cheng's right arm now was as smooth as new, with no sign of the alarming injury from the day before.
It seemed not even a small scar was left behind.
In the sunlight, his skin appeared to emit a faint golden sheen, full of healthy vitality.
"It's nothing major."
Fang Cheng laughed carelessly, casually moving his right arm to show its full recovery and flexibility.
