Having lain in bed all day, Gu Qiangwei's lower abdominal pain had gradually eased and dissipated.
She lowered her gaze, her eyes falling on Qin Sijue's finger, which was covered with a bandage.
Everything he did was beyond her expectations, making her originally heavy heart mix with a touch of emotion.
And he, without a word about it, just quietly waited for her to recover, all to avoid mentioning her wounds.
"Is there anywhere you'd like to go, or something you'd like to do?"
By the bed, Qin Sijue stared at her and suddenly asked.
Gu Qiangwei was momentarily stunned, her eyes meeting his.
"Why do you suddenly ask that?"
He raised his hand, his warm fingertips brushing a strand of hair from her cheek; his voice was low and magnetic, "If you want to go, I'll take you."
It was then Gu Qiangwei realized, he probably wanted to take her out for a change of scenery.
"I can do anything I want?"
