Yu Zexiao was taken aback, but then nodded: "Mm, I understand."
This was just the backstage of a theater, how could there be something like a band-aid? After searching around, he still found nothing and could only pull out a tissue: "Hold on with this for now, we'll head to the hospital soon."
"No need, it's just some minor injuries. Let's go back and get a band-aid." Maybe it was the pain from the wounds, instead of making her numb, it made her senses extraordinarily sharp. She looked coldly at Yu Zexiao. Her heart felt painful, yet, at this moment, it was as if it had been frozen by the winter's icy chill, blocking her from feeling the pain and causing her thoughts to become clearer.
Seeing her insist, Yu Zexiao didn't take her to the hospital. He supported her quickly back home, and as soon as they entered, he had someone fetch a band-aid, carefully wrapping it around her finger.
That night, as they rested, Yu Zexiao held her, kissing her neck: "Anning, you..."
