The iodine-tipped cotton swab in Su Tang's hand paused over the wound on Lu Xiao's elbow.
She sniffled, holding back her tears and swallowing the rest of her words. Her touch on his arm became even more gentle.
It was as if the slightest pressure would hurt the man before her, who had just been snatched from the jaws of death.
Lu Xiao watched her trembling eyelashes, then suddenly reached out with his uninjured hand and gently cupped her chin.
The rough calluses of his palm tickled her skin, but Su Tang didn't pull away. She let him wipe the tear stains from her cheeks with his thumb.
"Don't let those little pearls drop."
His voice was hoarse from his near-death experience, but it held a playful note, as if he was trying to cheer Su Tang up.
"Every tear you cry makes this wound hurt three times as much."
His teasing made Su Tang laugh out loud. She batted his hand away. "Enough with the sweet talk. Do you want this wound to heal or not?"
