He didn't respond, just held her hand and refused to let go.
She could only treat his wounds one-handed, cleaning the inflamed gashes over and over.
Jin Yue stood at the doorway holding a basin of hot water, unsure whether to enter or retreat.
Jin Cang nodded at him. "Take it inside, and come right back out."
A dark glint flickered in Jin Cang's wise eyes. Perhaps his son would find a blessing in disguise this time.
At this thought, a smile appeared on his face.
Jin Yue had no choice but to bite the bullet. He let out a deliberate cough before carrying the basin of hot water inside. "Bai Wanwan, the water is ready."
With that said, he quickly set down the wooden basin, turned, and fled as if a monster was hot on his heels.
Bai Wanwan eyed his retreating back with suspicion, but when she couldn't figure anything out, she looked away.
Jin Yi was still gripping her hand tightly, preventing her from doing her work.
"Loosen your grip. I need to cool your fever."
