After seeing off Sister-in-law Wang, Jiang Zhixun stayed alone in the hospital room to watch over Shen Qingqing.
She was still asleep, so he felt free to boldly fix his gaze on her face.
The more he looked, the more glaring her two scratches appeared to him.
Shen Qingqing's skin was exceptionally fair, so fine and smooth that you could barely see her pores with the naked eye.
When she was in good health, her complexion was as smooth and flawless as a peeled boiled egg.
But now that she was injured, her face was colorless, making the two wounds starkly noticeable.
Although the cuts weren't deep, her delicate skin must have made them feel particularly painful.
Without knowing why, Jiang Zhixun had this strange urge to blow lightly on them for her.
Just like soothing a child—blow on it, and the pain would disappear.
The warm breath grazed her cheeks, and Shen Qingqing felt an itchy sensation on her face.
Long-term isolation had heightened her vigilance.
