Gu Qili held one foot up high, her hands propped against the sofa, her gaze fixed unblinkingly on Mu Shuoqian's back, with a smile growing in her eyes.
After finding a band-aid in the drawer, he squatted in front of her again, and with nimble fingers, he tore off the outer protective film. With one hand he straightened her little foot and with the other, he deftly smoothed the band-aid carefully, his movements so gentle that they wouldn't touch the wound on the foot.
A man who is ordinarily as grand as a prince now kneeling before her to apply a band-aid, the poise and grace he usually carries seem to have all faded away at this moment, leaving only deep affection that warms the heart.
"There, don't wear these shoes again," Mu Shuoqian said, picking up the pair of shoes and throwing them into the trash can.
Gu Qili exclaimed in distress: "Ah, but they're new."
