Kang Weizhen suddenly thought of her eldest son.
In this regard, Yangyang was just like her eldest brother.
The only way for him to resolve his worries was to work.
The only way for her to resolve her worries was to read.
**
It was still snowing on their last day here. Sheng Yang was still reading in the pavilion. Seeing that it was 1310 hours, she put down the book.
Although it was the last day, she knew Yi Juncheng would keep his word. Since he said so, he would definitely keep his word.
Sure enough, at 1314 hours, he appeared amid the fluttering snow like a fairy. He was wearing a long gray coat and a black sweater. His thick hair was covered in snowflakes, slightly hiding his long and narrow eyes.
He walked toward her with a smile. “So you do know how to read fortunes. That’s why you knew I’d appear.”
At a glance, Sheng Yang saw splatters of blood on the snow. Before he walked over, she pulled him over domineeringly. “e with me.”
Sheng Yang took Yi Juncheng straight to her bedroom. There was a medical kit in her room. His hand was injured, and it was a big wound.
Yi Juncheng was about to retract his hand.
“Don’t move.” Sheng Yang raised her chin slightly.
Yi Juncheng didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Had she gotten the wrong script? At this moment, Sheng Yang looked a little domineering.
Even so, he liked it.
No, he liked her no matter what.
He watched her slowly bandaging his wound, looking serious no matter what she did. Her thick eyelashes were lowered, casting shadows beneath her eyes.
Yi Juncheng found the sight pleasing to the eye and even hoped that his wound was bigger so that she would take a longer time to treat and dress it.
Sheng Yang had read medical books before, but this wound was obviously not something that could be treated with simple disinfection.
“Why didn’t you go to the hospital?”
She disinfected his wound.
Yi Juncheng spread his hands and said simply, “I’m too busy.”
He was in a hurry to get here, so he didn’t have time.
“Bear with it.”
“Okay.”
Sheng Yang personally stitched him up. He looked at her silently. At this moment, he could get closer to her.
Sheng Yang was focused on the task at hand. After moving the needle back and forth, his wound was finally stitched up. She was surprised by Yi Juncheng’s patience because she hadn’t given him any anesthetics at all. As soon as she looked up, she discovered that the two of them were very close, and their noses were almost touching.
“You…”
Yi Juncheng smiled and stepped back. “Sorry, I got distracted.”
“No, I wanted to say…” Sheng Yang looked at him seriously like a robot. “Are you sure you only injured your hand? Your pulse is abnormally fast.”
“…” After a moment of silence, Yi Juncheng said boldly, “Yangyang, do you really not understand at all?”
His soft and numbing call of “Yangyang” rang in her ears.
His voice was low and deep. When he called out to her, his voice had bee particularly seductive.
“What do you know?” Sheng Yang looked at him blankly like an exquisite doll.
Yi Juncheng said helplessly, “Forget it.”
“But I’d like to know why I feel slight pain when I see your injured hand. It doesn’t make sense. Is this something I’ve never learned?” Sheng Yang was confused.
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