Ling Yiran breathed a sigh of relief. "That's great. You've finally woken up."
He sat up. Just now, he had been dreaming of his childhood. In his dream, he had knelt down in front of the woman and begged her... Was it because he had talked about that woman just now that he had had such a dream?
"I just had a dream." He exhaled a long breath and lowered his head only to find that the button of his pajamas had been unbuttoned, revealing his chest. "My clothes are..."
Ling Yiran saw this and pursed her lips as if she was a little embarrassed. "Because... you were shouting that it hurts so much. I was afraid that something was wrong with your body... Er, so I just went ahead and unbuttoned you to see if anything was wrong."
He stared at her, and her face slowly grew hot.
"But I can assure you, I... I didn't even have the time to look before you woke up, so actually, I didn't see anything," she hurriedly explained, but the more she explained, the odder she sounded.
"It doesn't matter even if you see. You can look at my body," Yi Jinli said.
Ling Yiran's face suddenly turned red, and she almost choked on her own saliva. "Please! He doesn't even know how easily his words can make people get the wrong idea!"
"Your body... does it not hurt anymore?" It took her a long time to stutter out this sentence.
"Mhm, it doesn't hurt anymore." He lowered his head and began to button up his pajamas.
She tried her best to keep her gaze above his neck, but she accidentally caught a glimpse of his chest, and then suddenly pulled down his pajamas.
"What's wrong with you here..." She stared at his chest. There was a scar right above where his heart was. Although the scar was already faint, Yiran could still tell that the wound had definitely not been a minor injury back when he had received it.
"It's just a small injury," he said in an indifferent manner.
She bit her lower lip with the tips of her teeth and raised her hand to touch the scar gently. While he had been sleeping, he had been crying out in pain, and her hand had accidentally touched this area. Was he in pain because of this injury?
Even though many years had passed, he would still cry out in his dreams that he was in pain. How could it just be a minor injury?
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