The office was unusually quiet.
Mo Xiuchen didn't say a word, his gaze deeply focused on Wen Ran, who was applying medicine for him. She lowered her head, her face obscured, but from her tightly pursed lips and gentle movements, he could see her concern.
In his heartache, a sense of warmth seeped in.
After gently applying the ointment for him, Wen Ran blew lightly on the area, her gaze lingering on his burn for a few seconds before she looked up and quietly asked, "Should we go to the hospital?"
Mo Xiuchen shook his head, just watching her intently.
Wen Ran's heart fluttered, and she loosened her grip on his hand. As his hand slipped away, she started walking towards the door with the ointment.
"Ranran, where are you going?"
Behind her, Mo Xiuchen's voice was filled with urgency and unease. Before his voice had fully faded, he was in front of her, his tall figure blocking her way, his deep eyes revealing a panic that deeply hurt her heart.