Jingjing sat in the corridor for a while, and the emergency room door finally opened.
Due to the need for stitches, Bo Jinghang had just been injected with anesthesia. The usual calm in his handsome features was absent, replaced by a rare hint of bewilderment.
"Jinghang!"
Putting aside the chaotic thoughts in her mind, Qin Yiren immediately came before him, raised her eyes to look at his bandaged forehead, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"
Bo Jinghang lowered his gaze, seemingly taking a moment to recognize who she was.
The next moment, his slightly bewildered eyes held a trace of amusement, and he answered slowly, "It doesn't hurt."
Qin Yiren glared at him playfully, unwilling to see him act tough at such a time, puffing her cheeks as she said, "I hurt!"
The succinct two words made Bo Jinghang's heart tighten, restoring his usual astuteness, and he frowned, asking, "Where?"
"...Here."
