Her delicate wrists bore faint red marks from his excessive force the day before.
He squinted, vaguely recalling fragments of memory, knowing that in his drunken state he had clung to her and refused to let go, creating those marks, and couldn't help but inwardly reproach himself.
Carefully lifting the blanket, he got up quietly, casually tossing the suit he wore to one side, and went upstairs to the small living room to fetch some ointment.
He held her small hand gently as Li Hannian carefully applied the ointment to her wrist.
Feeling the coolness on her wrist, Chu Nanxi opened her eyes.
"Anian, why are you up so early?"
"Does it hurt?" he asked with concern.
Glancing at her wrist, she shook her head with a smile, "How about you? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
"I'm fine!" Li Hannian put away the ointment and sundries, "It's still early, you can sleep a bit more. I'm going to take a shower!"
