He, it wasn't the first time he had applied medicine for her.
But every time he did it, the feeling was the same: domineering, forceful, and… gentle…
Gentle, she could still associate him with gentleness at such times, even Gu Qianqian thought her own thoughts were somewhat crazy.
Yet, when his slender fingertips scooped out that translucent pale yellow ointment and dotted it on her face, then gradually spread it with his fingertips, that meticulousness, that consideration, that familiar gentleness still endlessly stirred her heart.
Four years ago, she was captivated by him just like this.
He was like a slow-acting poison, seeping in little by little, making her addicted bit by bit, until she fell hopelessly in love with him in the end.
Although, four years later, she still pathetically adored him, the numerous rejections taught her to no longer take the initiative.
But now that she stopped initiating, why did he start to treat her well again? What was he up to?
