Jiang Yilai couldn't quite describe the feeling in her heart.
Everyone said that Fu Nanxiao was a chosen one, and she had always thought so too. Because of his high position and noble birth, he was arrogant, domineering, and lacked empathy.
But it turns out that his personality stemmed from a tragic childhood.
After finishing her meal, Grandma Fu had a servant bring over a tray and smiled as she handed it to Jiang Yilai: "Yilai, Nan Xiao hasn't eaten yet. Take these up to him."
Jiang Yilai pursed her lips, but still reached out and took the tray.
Perhaps it was Fu Nanxiao's past that made her feel pity for him, and her aversion to him lessened considerably.
She carried the tray upstairs.
There is a room in the old house that belongs exclusively to Fu Nanxiao.
She stood at the doorway of the room, a sudden sense of unease rising in her heart.
She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
"Enter."
A deep, husky voice rang out, and Jiang Yilai's heart skipped a beat.
She pushed the door open and went in.
Fu Nanxiao sat on the sofa by the window, the light shining on his profile, making his features appear deep and sculpted.
He was really good-looking, with a cool and aloof expression, an air of nobility about him, and the imposing presence of someone who had long held a high position.
Jiang Yilai secretly looked him over, but couldn't see any signs of abuse on his body.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that Fu Nanxiao was applying medicine to himself.
A white bandage lay carelessly on the coffee table. A row of teeth marks on Fu Nanxiao's forearm had not yet scabbed over, and the wound still looked quite deep.
Jiang Yilai suddenly felt guilty.
Seeing that it was inconvenient for him to take medicine with his left hand, she quickly put down the tray and said, "Let me do it."
Fu Nanxiao looked at her coldly, without saying a word.
But he didn't stop it.
Jiang Yilai knelt on the floor, took the ointment from his hand, and gently applied it to his wound with a cotton swab.
Two or three days have passed, why does this wound look so scary?
Did she bite that deeply?
Looking at the red mark, Jiang Yilai couldn't help but ask softly, "Does it hurt?"
Fu Nanxiao looked at the top of her head without saying anything.
Jiang Yilai didn't hear a reply, so she subconsciously looked up at him.
Their eyes met.
Fu Nanxiao could clearly see the pity, heartache, and many other complex emotions in her watery eyes.
He was suddenly jolted.
Fu Nanxiao subconsciously looked away and snorted coldly, "Fortunately, he's still far from dead."
He felt a pang of regret as soon as he said it.
His intention was simply to tell her that she didn't need to worry so much, that this little injury was nothing.
This was the first time Jiang Yilai had spoken to him so kindly since she was bitten.
But now, they're going to start arguing again.
Fu Nanxiao couldn't help but frown.
But surprisingly, Jiang Yilai didn't say anything this time.
She glanced at him, then bent down to bandage his wound with gauze.
After she finished bandaging it, she sighed and said, "Fu Nanxiao, can't you speak properly in the future?"
Even though Grandma Fu said his temper stemmed from his childhood experiences, she still felt unhappy every time she heard his sarcastic remarks.
Fu Nanxiao kept a cold face and said nothing.
Jiang Yilai tied the gauze in a knot, put away the first-aid kit, and placed the tray in front of him.
"Even if you're in a bad mood, you still need to eat something, otherwise your stomach will get upset from irregular eating habits."
Her voice was gentle, and she was exceptionally patient.
Fu Nanxiao's dark, deep eyes observed her expression.
Something's not right.
He suddenly asked, "Jiang Yilai, what did Grandma say to you downstairs just now?"
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