Before Momo could speak again, Ye Zhan gently called out, "Momo."
His voice was truly wonderful.
Especially when he softened it, with a deep yet tender tone, and the slightly drawn-out ending seemed to tickle Momo's heart like a feather.
Causing her heart to tremble slightly.
Slightly pursing her lips, Momo furrowed her elegant brows, thinking, "Did you bandage the wound on your hand?"
In the morning, she had seen the gauze on his hand stained with blood.
It must have happened during their pull and tug, reopening the wound.
At that time, she was upset, holding in a surge of anger, pretending not to see and didn't express any concern.
Now, thinking back, she couldn't help but worry.
Ye Zhan felt warmth in his heart, and laughter spread in his eyes like a deep sea filled with stars.
He directly raised his injured left hand, letting Momo on the other side of the video call see, "I just had it bandaged, no need to worry."
