His indifferent gaze fell upon her face, her ink-black hair like the sea, tied up high into a casual bun, while the hair below the wound hung over her shoulder.
Beitang Yao found himself somewhat distracted, watching her quietly like this, his restless heart truly found a sense of belonging and peace.
Never had he felt like this before, it was truly strange. Beitang Yao chuckled inwardly, what he wanted wasn't this, it was just that the pet before him was injured, suffering from emotional wounds. As her master, he couldn't be too heartless, she was human too, she should have her own feelings. However, he only allowed one week.
"…Thank you for your concern, Young Master…" This act of care from the Young Master left Xia Qingqian bewildered, she shook her head lightly.
But as she shook her head, it tugged on the wound, causing her to wince in pain, her head feeling a bit dizzy, like the sensation of car sickness, extremely uncomfortable.
