Su Xiaowan nodded upon hearing this, then sighed deeply again.
When Chichi saw Qingqing, she had already freshened up, with bandages wrapped around her neck. She timidly walked to the bedside, her eyes red.
Seeing Qingqing like this, Chichi couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. He then smiled gently and asked, "Does it still hurt?"
Qingqing hurriedly shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
After saying that, she lowered her head again. With her earlier agitated shaking, the freshly bandaged wound had split open, and blood seeped through the bandage, which Chichi could see clearly.
He couldn't help but frown and then reached out his hand. Qingqing saw this and quickly handed over her hand, staring at him blankly.
Holding Qingqing's hand, Chichi said with a gentle, warm smile, "Are you silly? It must hurt a lot, right?"
