"I deleted it last night."
Lu Jinghan's distinct fingertips gently brushed through Han Xi's hair, the warm breeze from the hairdryer wafting across her scalp, feeling especially comfortable.
During those days abroad, she had been constantly on edge, her nerves perpetually tense, desperately longing for a moment like now—resting against Lu Jinghan, chatting and laughing with him.
When Han Xi heard Lu Jinghan say he had deleted Su Luo's WeChat last night, she couldn't be happier.
It seems his awareness is quite high.
After drying Han Xi's hair, Lu Jinghan also went to shower in the bathroom. After changing his clothes, Doctor Liu arrived.
Doctor Liu carefully examined Han Xi's wounds, saying the ones on her back hadn't completely healed yet and should not be strained, or they would worsen; however, the scratch on her neck wasn't serious, a little ointment would suffice.
After prescribing some medication for Han Xi, Doctor Liu left.
