「That evening, in Yaoguang Pavilion.」
Because of the wound on her arm, Zhi Wan slept restlessly.
Just as she was drifting in a hazy sleep, she suddenly felt someone pull up her sleeve.
She awoke with a start.
When she opened her eyes, she saw the man sitting by her bed. His long, slender fingers were cradling her arm as he lowered his gaze to inspect the wound.
Zhi Wan was utterly stunned to see him.
The man's words from last night were still ringing in her ears, and she hadn't even figured out how to deal with him yet. She never expected to see him again so soon.
She instinctively tried to pull her arm from his grasp.
But the moment she moved, the man snapped, "Don't move!"
Zhi Wan froze.
The man paused, then lifted his gaze to her. "Doesn't it hurt anymore?"
Zhi Wan blinked and answered honestly, "It still hurts a little."
"Then why are you squirming?" the man asked, frowning.
Zhi Wan's lips parted, but in the end, she changed the subject. "Why are you here again?"
