Bai Yiran's more indifferent demeanor made Leng Yichen's heart ache even more.
"Hmm, I know." He responded in a deep voice. He knew Bai Yiran had always been strong; even when she was in pain, she would only tell him nothing was wrong.
At this moment, Bai Yiran's upper body had only a tight-fitting t-shirt left. This was bought for her by Yao Zhiqing for her to change into daily. Its color was bright yet unbearably tacky.
Leng Yichen didn't know Bai Yiran had an injury on her lower back. As he reached to lift the edge of her shirt, Bai Yiran let out a small moan.
"Where does it hurt?" Leng Yichen stopped, not daring to move further, yet not knowing where she was hurting.
Bai Yiran smiled, "The lower back, a bit…"
Leng Yichen slowly turned her body around, his pupils constricting. Her lower back had a large area of abrasions that hadn't been treated timely. Now her clothing was stuck to the wound. To remove the shirt would inevitably affect her injury.
