The wound on Bo Jingyan's forehead, inflicted by his mother, had already stopped bleeding on its own.
The blood that had wound its way down his face was now dried and stubbornly remained, making him look particularly terrifying and shocking.
If he went to see Xia Qingtian like this, he would probably scare her.
With that thought, Bo Jingyan made a U-turn when the traffic light turned red, found a nearby pharmacy, wiped off the blood on his face, and bought some medicine.
Luckily, his mother was frail and didn't exert much force.
So, his forehead wound wasn't very deep, and all it took was some medication and a bandage.
Once his wound was taken care of, Bo Jingyan set off again.
Before long, he returned to the home he shared with Xia Qingtian.
Stepping into the familiar door, Bo Jingyan felt ripples rushing through his impassive heart, which, until now, had remained still.
Especially upon seeing Xia Qingtian, these ripples turned into raging waves.