"Since they're old wounds, I don't need to change your dressing, right?" She glanced at the time, "I should be going back!"
Upon hearing this, the man tightened his embrace.
"Let go of me..."
"Hmph..." He let out a dissatisfied grunt.
"I... I'll come change your dressing whenever I can, okay?" she said softly, "Over at Gu Qingqian's... I promised to look after him until he's discharged. I came over while he was asleep; he should be waking up soon."
"You can go back, but you must not have any feelings for him." His eyes burned into hers, "Not even a little."
Mu Yiliang nodded helplessly, "I promise you."
Only then did he release her, yet he still unwillingly caressed her cheek.
Mu Yiliang found herself somewhat reluctant too.
But... she really had to go back.
