Carefully cleaning her wound with the cotton ball, Stanley kept blowing cold air at it. He was as tender as an antique duster.

A surge of warmth spread inside her heart when she looked up to see his focused gaze.

“How is it? Does it hurt?” he asked.

“It doesn’t.” Xyla shook her head.

“Don’t use your hands to pick those up next time.”

“Okay.”

After that, he tossed the cotton ball away and meticulously wrapped her wound with a band-aid.

His actions were swift and gentle.

“Done. Don’t get your wound wet for a period of time, okay?” He looked serious as ever.

Xyla nodded, standing up. “I’ll go and clean up the glass shards.”

“I’ll go.” He got up and walked into the washroom.

Xyla sat back down on the sofa and surfed Weibo.

Weibo’s hottest search ranking was just as interesting as before. Upon entering, the searches were all about scandals involving Emily Quest, Tom Sullivan, and the Sullivan Group.

The news was just as intense as before.

She couldn’t help wonder