"Why else would my lip be cut? Someone bit me, obviously." But she didn't want to upset her former suitor. Without even blinking, she spun a lie. "Why else? I’ve been so worried and stressed out over you. How are you feeling today? Do you have an appetite? I made some Laba porridge for you."
It was clearly something she had just whipped up in passing, but the way she framed it made it sound like a special preparation, and it moved the young man deeply. Though he was chatting and laughing with everyone, a keen observer could see he was forcing himself to hold up. The man, who usually had a bottomless appetite, only managed a few bites.
Sang Zhi reached out to check his pulse. It was a tight pulse—like a bicycle tire pumped too full, with clear, rigid boundaries—which indicated that the body was in significant pain. She also knew he had a phobia of needles. She told Jiang Yan to stay and look after him while she went to find a doctor to request a painkiller. Since he cared about saving face, he would surely cooperate if she were the one handling it.
Chapter 198