Pei Yansi got into the car.
The driver immediately drove off, returning to the hospital where Yuexue had been staying.
In the back seat, he took Shen Heyu's hand in his own and gently caressed it. The red mark wasn't really grotesque, but because her skin was so pale, it looked quite severe.
He asked in a low voice, "Does it hurt?"
It only looked red and had only been chafed by the handcuffs for a short while, so it wasn't really painful.
Shen Heyu shook her head without speaking.
Pei Yansi held her hand, occasionally touching the red mark with his fingers.
Shen Heyu felt that his actions were gentle, a manner he had never adopted with her before. She slightly furrowed her brows and turned her head to look at him.
Seeing him looking down, his eyes focused solely on her wrist, his gaze filled with tenderness and a faint trace of heartache.
She was astonished.
When had he ever shown such gentleness towards her?