Lu Qingyan's gaze grew colder, and he felt somewhat annoyed.
Jiang Nanshu was quite pleased with his attitude and raised her hand, slightly apologetically saying, "Brother Qingyan, I suddenly don't like the Band-Aids with the strawberry pattern, so I bought some with little bears on them myself. Do they look good?"
The wound had already been bandaged.
Lu Qingyan, expressionless, held the bag, "What about these, then?"
Jiang Nanshu hesitated for a moment and then let out a somewhat helpless sigh, "I guess I'll have to trouble Brother Qingyan to throw them away when he leaves."
The next second, those items were stuffed directly into Jiang Nanshu's arms.
"Since you bought them, they belong to you. You can dispose of them however you wish."
The sunlight outside the balcony poured over him, shining through his white shirt creating a halo of light. It made his entire demeanor appear particularly gentle—even his cold eyes—if one were to ignore them, would seem mild-mannered.
