Bao Yancheng froze for a moment, but his heart was gradually enveloped by a warm current.
Wen Wanzi was worried about him.
In this moment, Bao Yancheng had to admit that a despicable thought had surfaced in his mind.
Though he knew it was utterly shameless, if these injuries could make Wen Wanzi look at him a little more, then it was worth it.
"Are you upset? I'm sorry," Bao Yancheng's voice was low, his tone gentle. "I didn't mean to keep it from you on purpose, I just didn't want you to worry more."
Wen Wanzi pursed her lips in silence, adjusted the IV drip speed according to the instructions from the chief surgeon, and measured his temperature.
She had expected Bao Yancheng to say something like this.
Everything was always for her, always with her in mind.
But had he ever considered whether she wanted to be kept in the dark…
Seeing the woman sulking in silence, Bao Yancheng felt unsettled and nervously explained, "I'm fine now. The wounds will heal soon."