It seems like, because he hadn't been cared for by her for a very long time, when she stood in front of him and actively inquired about his injury, with what seemed a bit of genuine emotion in her eyes, his mind became uncontrollably rational.
The words he spoke came from instinct.
Whip marks...
Grandpa Gu and Lu Huai'an's grandfather were old friends for many years, both veterans, appearing stern but with a bit of kindness. However, when they were angry, they had the type of temper that could hold a gun.
In Wanxia's calm eyes, there was a ripple from an unknown source, but it disappeared quickly, as if it never existed.
She said nothing, holding the ointment, she walked around the desk to the black soft chair where Gu Shaozhi was seated.
Wanxia's intent was clear; she was about to apply the ointment for him. But the man wasn't very cooperative, still lazily leaning back in the chair, without any intention to unbutton a single button or move slightly.
