Mo Shichen looked at her and just felt the wound ache.
After the ache subsided, the tumult in his heart quieted down, leaving only a helpless softness. It took him a while before he said, "Come here."
Wen Yi walked over as instructed.
Mo Shichen took her hand and pulled her to sit by his bed. That wasn't enough, he insisted she take off her coat and lie down with her head on the same pillow he was leaning against.
They lay side by side.
Wen Yi lay flat with her knees bent, and the man turned slightly towards her, lowering his head to gaze at her face, asking, "What did you just see?"
She turned her face to look at him, "Kissing?"
"Did you see it clearly?"
After thinking about it, she told the truth, "I only saw the two of you looking panicked."
In fact, it was mainly the woman's reaction that was more intense—could it be because Mr. Mo was injured, so she was the initiator?
"Then you didn't see anything."
She didn't argue, "...Oh."
