Her back slammed directly against the tree trunk, and despite being dressed in thick clothes, Mo Jing still felt a burning sensation on her back.

Meanwhile, the person who collided with her struggled to his feet after being thrown back. He took off his ski hat and walked up to Mo Jing with concern, asking, "I'm so sorry I hurt you. Are you alright?"

Mo Jing looked up, and a gentle yet profound face came into view, a familiar face filled with worry.

"It's you!" Mo Jing was somewhat surprised, not expecting to run into an acquaintance at the ski resort. She then took off her ski hat, letting her long, dark hair fall loosely, the white snow reflecting on her fair and beautiful face.

Zou Shijie looked at Mo Jing, who had taken off her hat and revealed her face, and seemed a little surprised. He hadn't expected to run into Mo Jing, the girl he had once liked, here.

Ling Moyuan quickly skied to Mo Jing's side, tossed aside his ski poles, and his handsome, sculpted face was filled with worry. "Let me see, are you hurt anywhere?"

Mo Jing tried to stand up, but a sharp pain shot through her foot. She looked at Ling Moyuan and said, "It seems like I twisted my ankle."

"I have some medicinal wine with me, which is very effective for sprains and bruises. It's in my hotel room," Zou Shijie said.

Ling Moyuan glanced at him coldly, then picked up Mo Jing and walked back: "No need."

“My medicinal wine is specially made and very effective. It will take effect in two hours after you apply it. I bumped into Miss Mo, so let me do my part to make amends,” Zou Shijie said, taking two steps after her.

Mo Jing lay in Ling Moyuan's arms, poked her head out, and said, "Moyuan, give it a try. We can't go on a trip with a limp."

A typical ankle sprain takes anywhere from a day to two or three days to heal. It's not surprising that Zou Shijie's family has been practicing traditional Chinese medicine for generations, and they possess some highly effective specialty remedies.

Ling Moyuan's cold brows furrowed slightly, and he parted his thin lips: "Let's go."

...

Inside the understated yet luxurious hotel room, Mo Jing sat on the sofa, one hand resting on the edge, as Zou Shijie used cotton swabs soaked in iodine to disinfect and apply medicine to her hand. The strong smell of alcohol permeated the room.

Ling Moyuan, sitting on the sofa next to Zou Shijie, never took his sharp, cold black eyes off Zou Shijie's hand from the very beginning.

His expression was as heavy as a dark cloud looming overhead. His long, strong arms were wrapped around his chest, and his muscular body leaned casually against the white sofa behind him. His legs were crossed, and his handsome face grew increasingly gloomy and unpleasant with each passing second.

Under immense pressure, Zou Shijie applied the medicine to Mo Jing, while the man had been watching him with a sharp gaze since the beginning. Even Zou Shijie's hands gradually felt heavy and trembled under that cold gaze.

Mo Jing seemed oblivious, completely unaware of what was happening, and continued chatting and laughing with Zou Shijie with a smile on her face: "Dr. Zou, what brings you here? Are you here for vacation?"

"Yes, there's nothing much going on in the hospital lately, so I came out for a walk."

"I really didn't realize that someone as refined as Dr. Zou would enjoy extreme sports like skiing." Mo Jing spoke naturally, her long hair swaying behind her as she moved.