Jiang Jianian let go of Ye Zhiwei. Ye Zhiwei hesitated for a moment, thinking that this person could think of so many things even if she walked a little faster. She then took Jiang Jianian's uninjured hand and headed towards the pharmacy.

Jiang Jianian didn't say anything, watching Ye Zhiwei lead him. He walked very slowly, while Ye Zhiwei walked very fast, almost being pulled along by her.

She was anxious to take Jiang Jianian to get his medicine, but he just wished time would slow down, and slow down even more.

We arrived at the pharmacy.

Ye Zhiwei bought medicine and gauze from the shop owner, and also bought tissues and bottled water from the convenience store next door.

There were small booths and chairs outside the convenience store, so Ye Zhiwei had Jiang Jianian sit there and used mineral water to wash Jiang Jianian's wound. The dark bloodstains on the wound were cleaned up, revealing the cut on his wrist. Fortunately, it wasn't very deep, not deep enough to require stitches. If it did, such a beautiful hand would be left with a scar.

Thinking of this, Ye Zhiwei was very angry. "You're too reckless. You can't always do things like this just because you're angry. Going in alone to fight someone with a knife, what if you get a scar? If the cut is any deeper and you bleed a lot more, your hand will be ruined!"

Jiang Jianian didn't seem to care about the matter. Ye Zhiwei angrily lectured him, but he seemed to find it amusing and appeared to be in a good mood.

Ye Zhiwei: ...

To make Jiang Jianian realize the seriousness of the matter, Miss Ye changed her tone and continued expressionlessly, "Let me tell you, Jiang Jianian, you haven't even won me over yet. Do you think it's easy to win me over? Let me tell you, I'm very difficult to please. Not only do I have high standards for my boyfriend's personality, but I also have high standards for his looks. If you have a scar on your hand, do you still want to flirt with me? I'll lose all interest as soon as I see a scar on my hand, you know?"

Jiang Jianian: ...

Miss Ye, who had been captivated by Jiang Jianian's good looks, watched as the faint smile on Jiang Jianian's face faded before she continued to diligently disinfect, apply ointment, and bandage him.

Jiang Jianian sat there, not saying much. He quietly watched Ye Zhiwei, who was squatting in front of him treating his wounds. He was especially handsome when he was quiet, with very delicate facial features. She even noticed that Jiang Jianian's eyelashes were very long. When he lowered his head and lowered his eyes slightly, his thick eyelashes seemed to cast a layer of shadow.

Ye Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat. An indescribable feeling welled up inside her. She thought that Jiang Jianian must be attracted to his good looks and wanted to do something about it.

After a while, Ye Zhiwei lowered her head, as if she wanted to kiss the bandaged wound on Jiang Jianian's hand.

Just as Ye Zhiwei was about to kiss him, someone ran up to them, panting.

Xu Yanshen was the leader of Shen Heng's group.

Xu Yanshen must have searched for a long time. He was a bit disheveled when he finally found them, but he was handsome, which gave him an advantage over others. The fact that he was in such a hurry to find them made people curious about why this handsome boy was in such a state.

Except for Jiang Jianian.

Jiang Jianian, who had been unusually gentle in Ye Zhiwei's gaze, now lost her expression again, becoming as cold as ice. She glanced up at Xu Yanshen and asked in a deep voice, her voice tinged with displeasure, "Is there something you need?"

His tone was so awful that Xu Yanshen could clearly hear the unspoken meaning behind the young man's words: If you have nothing to say, get out of here.