She doesn't love, so she won't hate either, just feels indifferent—as she does now.
Mo Shiche said nothing more, allowing Luo Qiangwei to pull him to the couch where she took out the first-aid kit and spread his palm on her lap.
The flesh in his palm had been burned by cigarette butts... it was unbearable to look at.
Luo Qiangwei bit her lip as she carefully disinfected and treated his wounds.
Mo Shiche watched her seemingly cautious movements, then thought of the man on the hospital stretcher bed; his Adam's apple involuntarily rolled. Ha, did he also have to thank that man—
If it hadn't been for him, she probably wouldn't even want to come close to him, let alone apply medicine for him.
After nearly half an hour, she finally finished bandaging it up. Luo Qiangwei let out a sigh of relief with the first-aid kit in her arms, "Okay, you can't touch water when you bathe tonight, you can undress with one hand, right?"
The man responded indifferently, "I can't."