The weather was gloomy, and a downpour began abruptly, crashing down with the sound of heavy rain, bringing a damp breeze through the slightly open window and into the room.
Yun Kai held Nasha's hand under the faucet, flushing it with water, "Rinse it for a while longer, it'll be fine once it cools down."
The soup was brought out and left to sit for a bit, its temperature not particularly high, but her hand was still reddened from the scalding and needed to be cooled under running water.
Nasha's brow was furrowed tightly, clearly indicating the scald was especially painful.
She spoke up, her voice laden with suppressed anger: "What exactly does she want?"
Yun Kai instinctively looked up at Nasha. The moment the bowl dropped earlier had genuinely frightened her, but she had also clearly seen that Liuyue's hand was scalded first before letting go.
Plus, even if Liuyue wanted to vent her anger, she wouldn't resort to such petty schemes.