"Clothes?"
Cai Qiong was startled for a moment before she understood. Her cheeks flushed red as if she were wearing rouge, though she had been at the hospital all day and wore no makeup at all. Yet, this natural blush was like a ripe peach, its color seemingly glowing from within.
A sweetness filled Wang Jian's heart as he looked at her. He couldn't tear his eyes away; her face was the most beautiful thing in the world, making everything else seem dull in comparison. Her eyes, already large, were now glistening with shyness, stirring a protective tenderness in him. She was the very image of a beauty so pitiable that one couldn't bear to let her be harmed. What kind of man could stand to see such a woman suffer?
Wang Jian suddenly recalled the heartbreak Cai Qiong had suffered in the past and shook his head, thinking to himself that the man responsible was a real scumbag.
