Open Wound

If he decided to share a vehicle with Yun Xi and Mu Feichi, there must have been something he had wanted to say to Yun Xi. Yun Xi gave Mu Feichi's arm a light pinch. The man nodded, understanding as he climbed into the front passenger seat and left the back seat for father and daughter.

The engine started with a rumble, and a row of black sedans sped down the highway one after another.

Once the three had settled down in the car, Xiao Jinglin turned and gently held Yun Xi's arms. "How is it?" his voice and expression were full of worry. "Does it still hurt?"

Yun Xi withdrew her arms instinctively. "It does hurt a little in this cold." She added a small reassuring smile that said it was nothing she could not handle.

If it was anyone else, they would have said they were in pain to gain some form of sympathy and comfort from those around them.