"No way!"
"No way is no way, but is there a need to be so harsh?" Xie Sheng looked at the wound on his leg where the bone was exposed and, for the first time in his life, he displayed an expression uglier than crying, marred by his complex feelings.
"What does it mean to make a move? It's that kind of strike that inflicts so much pain that it scares you, the kind that immediately dispels any thoughts you have—that's what a real move is," Qiao Ran said nonchalantly as he sprinkled medicine powder on Xie Sheng's wound.
Watching Qiao Ran sprinkle the medicine powder reminded Xie Sheng of the way spices are sprinkled on skewered lamb.
After Qiao Ran finished bandaging Xie Sheng's wound, Xie Sheng immediately covered his leg with a blanket, adopting an attitude as if he were a pig not fearing the scalding water.
"No matter how ruthless your moves are, I won't give up on you, no matter if you like me or not, I'll still pursue you," Xie Sheng declared with a resolute gaze at Qiao Ran.