On the way back, it was very quiet. Shen Jianian curled up in the wide seat with her shoes off.
Her ankle throbbed faintly, her body and heart were exhausted, and those scattered emotions receded like the tide, rendering her drowsy, her head nodding off to sleep.
The drive wasn't long. When they arrived at Rose Manor, Shen Jianian didn't let Fu Jichen carry her; she slipped into her slippers and got out of the car by herself.
The hospital had prescribed her a bottle of iodine and instructed her to apply it to the wound two to three times a day until it healed. She carried the small bag upstairs to her room, heading to the bathroom to take a shower first.
"Jianian, I'm coming in."
The voice outside was Zhou Rongzhen's.
Shen Jianian had just finished her shower and dried her hair. She responded upon hearing this.
