Gu Nanqiao had been so tormented by him that she had forgotten about his injuries, and at his words, she was startled and hurriedly opened her eyes, "Did I hit your wound?"
Seeing the nervousness in her eyes, his gloom lightened somewhat, and he comforted her gently, "It's okay, don't worry."
Gu Nanqiao clung tightly to his shoulders, and her gaze shifted towards his arm. Seeing that the wound hadn't split open, she then felt relieved.
The impact he had just given her was still lingering, causing Gu Nanqiao's face to flush red, "Who did you learn this from?"
"Hmm?"
"Just now..."
She had never thought of starting over with him, so she had always been indifferent to him, and the women around him did not concern her.
But now, she couldn't help but think, if he had been with other women, would he have treated them with the same gentleness?
She couldn't lie to herself, she did care.
