But he never expected that once she started crying, there would be so many tears.
"Stop crying. You still have wounds on your face. If the tears get on them, it’ll hurt even more!" Yan Ting truly didn’t want to see her tears falling like rain.
In the past, whenever he saw won cry, he found it annoying. Now, seeing her cry, all he felt was heartache.
Banxia had tried her best to protect her face, but there were still a few noticeable scratches on her neck, right below her ear.
At this mont, the tears stung her wounds, making the pain unbearable.
"Have I been disfigured?" Banxia looked up, her tear-filled eyes filled with both panic and sadness.
Yan Ting had never been good at comforting won; he always thought they were troubleso.
But now, as he t her tearful gaze, an inexplicable softness welled up deep in his heart.
Even his tone carried a tinge of tenderness: "No, the wounds on your face—I’ll get the best doctors to treat you. There definitely won’t be any scars."
Banxia could only trust his words, but the thought of being beaten up still left a simring anger in her heart.
Lowering her head, she sat in a daze for a mont before suddenly rembering sothing. She looked up. "Did you see my bag?"
Yan Ting pointed to the cabinet nearby. "Is it that one? I had soone pick it up."
Banxia nodded, saying yes, and reached out to grab the bag. She unzipped it, reached inside, and pulled sothing out.
"Here’s your birthday gift. I don’t know if you’ll like it." Despite being beaten, Banxia still hadn’t forgotten to give him his birthday present.
Yan Ting’s eyes flickered briefly with emotion before he casually placed the gift to the side. "This isn’t the ti to worry about such things."
Seeing him set the gift aside without even a second glance, Banxia couldn’t help but feel a pang of doubt.
Was her gift too cheap for him to care about?
"Alright!" Banxia made up her mind, assuming that was the case. Her delicate face showed a hint of disappointnt and sorrow.
But Yan Ting’s true intention wasn’t disinterest in her gift. Instead, it was her injuries that consud his concern in this mont.
Perhaps n and won really do think in completely different ways.
Banxia’s beautiful eyes couldn’t help but glance again at the small box he had brushed aside. She sighed softly in her heart.
It seed there was no point in putting effort into picking gifts for him in the future.
After all, he didn’t care for them anyway!
Yan Ting noticed her mood had sunk even lower, thinking it was because she was dwelling on having been beaten.
The two of them sat in the hospital room, the atmosphere growing heavy and uncomfortable.
Until...
A sudden phone ringtone broke the silence. Yan Ting’s finely shaped brows furrowed tightly.
"I’m going to take this call outside. You stay here and lie down. Don’t move around!" Yan Ting instructed her in a low voice before turning and walking out.
Banxia looked down at the bandages wrapped around her body and was suddenly overco with fear and confusion about the future.
In her previous life, when she was the second young mistress of the Huo Family, Mrs. Huo never cared much about her. At the weekly family dinners, it was customary for Mrs. Huo to ask why there was no news of a pregnancy yet and to suggest bringing in a doctor for an examination.
At that ti, Banxia had actually hoped Mrs. Huo would find a doctor to check on her, but Huo Qinglin always blocked it.
He was probably afraid that a doctor’s examination would expose the ugliness of their marriage for all to see.
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