"Is your arm okay?"
Wen Jin, who had stood up, didn't leave immediately. Instead, he gazed deeply at Jing Xiaocha.
Jing Xiaocha instinctively shook her head, "It's nothing, just a little tear in the wound."
Wen Jin lightly pressed his thin lips together, his gaze lingering on her for a few seconds. He said gently, "Make sure you rest well these days."
"Okay."
Jing Xiaocha nodded lightly, ignoring the sadness in her heart.
Wen Jin didn't stay any longer; he turned and left the hospital room.
He respected Jing Xiaocha's wishes. Since she didn't want him to stay and take care of her, he would give her some time to let the pain from what happened at noon fade from her heart.
In the following days, Wen Jin indeed didn't come to the hospital.
He neither visited Ou Yihan nor came to take care of Jing Xiaocha.
Jing Xiaocha initially wanted to go downstairs to see Ou Yihan but thought better of it and dismissed the idea.
Ultimately, she still felt guilty about Ou Yihan.
