Wen Nuan stood at the door, just in time to see him with a look of panic, asking confusedly, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Leng Ye forced a smile, tucking the phone under the pillow. He glanced at her raised fingers, his brow deeply furrowed, "Burned?"
"Yeah, but it's nothing serious, very minor." Wen Nuan nodded, forcing a slight smile, and just as she was about to apply ointment, he grabbed it from her hand, "Let me do it!"
Wen Nuan was taken aback, but seeing the guilt in his eyes, she chose to give in.
"Nuannuan, am I pressuring you? You've been constantly distracted lately."
Leng Ye dipped a cotton swab in ointment and gently applied it for her, occasionally blowing on it. He sighed softly, looking as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Wen Nuan was a bit puzzled, "Is there something you want to say?"
Leng Ye gave a bitter smile, his eyes filled with self-reproach, "Nuannuan, I'll have someone book a plane ticket for you, you should go back to T City."
"Joe!"
