When Fu Shihan arrived home, Su Wanxin had already changed all the bedding and taken another shower, even washing the shirt he had worn earlier.
Fu Shihan glared at her hands wet with water, his anger causing him to slam the medicine down onto the bed, which made Su Wanxin standing in the corner tremble with fright.
Su Wanxin, seeing the medicine on the bed, suddenly realized where he had been just now. She calmed herself down and tried softly to ease the atmosphere. "It's just a slight burn, it doesn't hurt, I can hardly feel it anymore."
Fu Shihan looked at her, saying nothing.
A few days ago, she was almost kidnapped, the injuries from jumping down from the second floor hadn't fully healed yet, and there were still faint bruises on her legs and scabs on her knees.
She had said the same thing at that time, that it didn't hurt, she couldn't feel it. But she knew the pain herself.