When the water was brought over, Sun Jiaming handed the towel to Gu'er, motioning for her to wash up first.
Gu'er took the towel but had Sun Jiaming sit down. Then, she had him extend his arm and gently began to clean his wound.
Sun Jiaming had been injured because of her. It was only right that she help clean the wound.
The cut wasn't deep and had already stopped bleeding. Luckily, it wasn't serious. Otherwise, Gu'er would have felt truly terrible for what happened to Sun Jiaming.
Gu'er's thoughts drifted as she cleaned Sun Jiaming's arm.
Sun Jiaming watched Gu'er. Her head was lowered, and she was washing his arm with great care.
The saltwater stung his wound, but Sun Jiaming didn't make a sound. Instead, he focused on Gu'er holding his arm with one hand while her other hand wiped away the bloodstains around the cut. Her touch felt like tiny ants crawling on his skin, a faint tickle that made his heart flutter.
