Jiang Yisheng's brows and eyes drooped, "A small accident."
"Asheng, your hand." Ye Jiuliang took out the Burn Ointment.
Before her words had finished, a ringtone from a cellphone pierced the silence.
Ye Jiuliang took out her phone, once again it was Li Mochan calling.
"Aqian, help Asheng apply the ointment." She put the Burn Ointment into Ji Mingqian's hand and walked aside with her phone to answer the call.
Under the parasol only the two of them remained, the atmosphere sinking into silence.
Jiang Yisheng coughed lightly, breaking the oppressive quiet, "No need to bother, I can do it myself."
"Hand." Ji Mingqian tapped the table lightly, his voice cool.
Jiang Yisheng hesitated, then slowly stretched out his hand.
Rolling up his sleeve, the reddened hand was exposed under Ji Mingqian's gaze.
His eyebrows furrowed, he darkened his face, "How did this happen?"
