Unable to give Qi Ming a complete family, at least make his childhood as pure and innocent as other children.
Lu Huai'an grasped the woman's hand, his gaze fell on the obvious red marks, as if a slight pain choked in his throat, mixed with blood.
But all he said were the simple four words, "Let me apply the medicine."
The ointment he brought was placed on the nightstand.
The cool mint scent spread to her senses, and soon after, the nerves on her wrist felt a cooling sensation.
Lin Chu expressionlessly withdrew her hand, a simple rejection, her light voice devoid of waves.
"Lu Huai'an, stop doing things that disgust me."
It was him who tied the hand, the injury was caused by him.
Coming to apply medicine afterwards, doesn't he find it ridiculous?
Lu Huai'an raised his gaze, the complex emotions in his eyes had faded, replaced by a deep darkness.
