I was deeply moved in my heart.
He even noticed such subtle details.
I laughed and feigned admiration, saying, "You're amazing, how do you know everything?"
He smiled faintly, "Don't forget, I grew up in the military."
"Oh…" I nodded, understanding.
After years of rolling around in the military, injuries and bleeding are inevitable, so surely he knows some basic medical care knowledge.
"Alright, let's eat first. The café here has some business meals, we'll just eat something simple. Once I'm done being busy these days, I'll invite you for something better." He picked up the menu and handed it to me, ending the topic.
Upon hearing this, I realized he was still very busy after returning from his trip.
Yet he still took the time to find me, just to see whether my wound was serious or not.
I lowered my gaze to the menu, but my mind was swirling, thinking about other things.
