"Sir, why don't you come to my house to treat the wound?" Chi Zaozao said again.
Meeting his gaze, Chi Zaozao's heart suddenly jolted, a wave of inexplicable pain swept over her.
She was surprised to find that this man's gaze, his eyes... were so familiar.
Like that person's.
No, it was because she missed Ye Que so much, that's why, during a moment of distraction, she couldn't help but think of him.
Chi Zaozao quickly adjusted her emotions, she shouldn't mistake any man for Ye Que.
The person in front of her was a cripple, and he looked nothing like Ye Que, certainly not as handsome as Ye Que.
Thinking this way, the inexplicable pain in her heart gradually eased.
Ye Que seemed to realize his own loss of composure too, quickly looked away, but still remained silent.
Because if he made any sound, Chi Zaozao would certainly recognize his voice.
Therefore, he didn't want to present this humble and embarrassed self in front of her.
