Jiang Chiyan hadn't expected Xiao Cheng to barge in either. For a moment, he froze, without even time to make up an excuse.
A deep, twisted darkness welled up in Xiao Cheng's eyes.
He stared straight at Jiang Chiyan and sneered. "Avoiding me, hiding things from me. You've really outdone yourself, Jiang Chiyan."
Jiang Chiyan said nothing.
He was afraid Xiao Cheng would ache for him...
And afraid Xiao Cheng would do something extreme...
That was why he had hidden it from him and avoided him.
Jiang Chiyan watched as Xiao Cheng walked up to him without a word and took the medicinal liniment and cotton swabs from his hands.
Instinctively, Jiang Chiyan said, "I can do it my-"
His words cut off halfway through.
Because he saw a faint bloody haze clouding Xiao Cheng's deep, dark eyes.
Extremely faint, but cold and sinister.
Xiao Cheng snapped a cotton swab between his fingers. Each word was as icy as a death sentence. "Yanyan, you're hurt."
Jiang Chiyan's heart lurched, his gaze falling on Xiao Cheng's gauze-wrapped right hand.
Xiao Cheng had once said...
Whatever injury Jiang Chiyan suffered, Xiao Cheng would hurt himself to match.
Xiao Cheng had kept his word.
Afraid he would hurt himself again, Jiang Chiyan wrapped an arm around Xiao Cheng's waist and leaned close. "Xiao Cheng, I have a system with me. It gave me the ability to heal wounds, so... don't worry."
Xiao Cheng said nothing.
There wasn't a trace of surprise on his face.
Thinking he didn't believe him, Jiang Chiyan caught Xiao Cheng's wrist. "Look, if you don't believe me."
Jiang Chiyan removed the gauze from the fingers of his right hand, about to use his healing ability to repair the broken bones and tissue cells.
Xiao Cheng caught his wrist instead