Su Yan looked down at her hand, and said softly,
"Then I want to hold your hand, what should I do?"
Song Yujing listened, his ears moved slightly.
He looked down.
Seeing Su Yan's attention was always on his wrist.
He spoke coldly,
"There's no serious problem, they can be removed."
Su Yan looked up,
"Huh?"
Five minutes later.
The bandage on Su Yan's hand was almost completely removed.
Except for a couple of wraps around the palms.
But they no longer interfered with her movements.
And the bandages on her cheeks had also been taken off.
Song Yujing put down the scissors in his hand.
The places that were uncovered had already scabbed over.
Her wounds were small, looking like they were scalded by oil.
Besides affecting appearance, there was actually no major problem.
As soon as it was removed, Su Yan held Song Yujing's hand.
Song Yujing looked down,
"What are you doing?"
His voice was still cold.
Yet, Su Yan held his hand, and he did not detestably break free.
