Wenshan finished her dinner and put away the dishes before going upstairs.
After Wenshan went in, she lowered her head and glanced at her arm. She didn't change the dressing today. From now on, she would have to change the dressing by herself.
Wenshan walked to the bed, sat down and reached out to take the medicine from the table. Her right arm was shaking unconsciously. She knew that she still couldn't face her arm directly.
Forget it, let’s close the window first.
Wenshan thought about it, and when she got up to close the window, she found that not only was the window closed, but the curtains were also drawn.
She locked it up herself
Wenshan reached out and patted her head. Three seconds of memory
Why have no impression at all.
Just like after we go out, we always wonder whether we have locked the door, so we have to go back and take a look.
So now Wenshan is seriously pregnant, is it her fault
Strange.
Wenshan slowly took off her outer shirt with her three-second memory. She still had gauze on her arms, and the edges of the gauze were unwrapped dark wrinkled skin.
Wenshan's eyes deepened slightly, and she slowly stretched out her hand to peel off the gauze. The completely burned skin became wrinkled due to loss of water. The treated burn marks still could not completely remove the dark pigment. The fair left arm, It is in obvious contrast to the almost deformed right arm.
Wenshan's uncontrollable left hand almost crushed the ointment in her hand.
Wenshan, who still couldn't accept the psychological shock, threw away the ointment in her hand, slowly slid to the ground, and buried her head in her left arm to deceive herself, as if she could pretend not to know if she couldn't see.
Nalan Chunbo opened the door and went in, looking at the woman sitting by the bed crying muffledly, probably because he was afraid of disturbing others.
Nalan Chunbo picked up the ointment on the ground, then slowly walked over and sat down next to her. His eyes fell on her arms, and the muscles in the corners of his eyes tightened a little. Even he, a man, felt shocked when he looked at her.
Nalan Chunbo reached out and held Wenshan's arm, but Wenshan was like a frightened little rabbit. The next second she suddenly raised her head, she struggled crazily, trying to get something to cover her ugly arm.
Nalan Chunbo controlled her shoulders, pressed her into his arms, and kept clasping her right arm with one hand to prevent her from struggling too much and causing pain to the wound.
"Let me go, let me go." Wenshan wanted to struggle, but she couldn't resist his strength. She didn't want him to see her arms.
Nalan Chunbo could feel her excitement, and her crying voice was hoarse. There was fear in it, the fear of being discovered by him.
But he didn't know how to tell her, tell her that he didn't care, tell her that it was actually not that scary.
So, now he could only hold her like this, listen to her cries, and feel her trembling.
When Wenshan was tired of crying, she completely calmed down in his arms.
Nalan Chunbo's lips fell on her forehead, "Shanshan, we will always have to face it. You and I, there is no need to face it alone."
Wenshan didn't speak, maybe because she was tired from crying.
Nalan Chunbo did not force her to speak, but took the ointment, carefully reapplied it to her, and then put on new gauze.
After doing all this, Nalan Chunbo hugged Wenshan and went to bed, then pulled the quilt to cover her, being careful not to press her arms.