Her concern was so intense, as if his pain had seeped into her heart and ached there. Seeing her caring for him, Gu Shaocheng's heart stung repeatedly. If a small injury like this could make her feel so worried, what would be her reaction if he told her about his inherited ALS disease from his mother?
Gu Shaocheng closed his eyes, not daring to imagine such a scenario.
Because it was too cruel!
He sat there quietly, watching her clean his wounds, watching his nails being manicured cleanly. Gu Shaocheng forced out a hint of a smile, looking at her cheekily, "Looking at how worried you are, one would think I'm about to die. It's just a minor injury. If I were to die, would you not be crying your eyes out?"
Chenxing forcefully slapped away his teasing hand, angry at him for not taking care of himself, "I won't cry. Quite the opposite, I will laugh out loud and wish you godspeed."
"Really?"
Chenxing snorted, "Really."