When Wen Ruxu saw Jiang Yi again, he was no longer the boy who had once looked so dashing in white. Yet in her eyes, he still shone just as brightly… She thought he had long since forgotten her.
At the clinic
“Bear with it. It’ll hurt a little,” Jiang Yi said.
Wen Ruxu nodded, but when the alcohol touched her wound, the sharp pain was still more than she could take. She instinctively grabbed his sleeve. Jiang Yi said nothing. His handsome brows drew together, and his hands grew even gentler.
Jiang Yi slowly uttered two words: “All done.”
“When did you come back?” Wen Ruxu asked cautiously.
“Two years ago,” he replied.
“I didn’t think you’d still remember me,” Wen Ruxu said offhandedly.
“I never forgot.” Jiang Yi looked completely serious, emphasizing every word.
“Why her?” Song Jiahe couldn’t help asking.
Jiang Yi lifted his eyes and gazed steadily into the distance before answering unhurriedly, “At last, my heart has stirred. No one could take her place.”
Song Jiahe let out an “Ooh,” immediately catching his meaning.
