"I'm fine." Beiming Han didn't care about his hand at all.
"..."
How could it be no big deal? She knew how hard she'd slammed the door on his hand.
Angry, Gu Qingxin glowered at him, turned, and entered the kitchen. After setting her things down, she hurried to the bathroom, wet a towel with cold water, intending to use it to cool his hand.
Beiming Han stood by the door of the bathroom, watching her. When Gu Qingxin was done with the towel, she came out, took his hand, and placed the cold towel on his hand that had been caught in the door.
"Don't be angry with me anymore, come home with me," Beiming Han said softly, his head lowered.
"..."
Gu Qingxin ignored him, saying, "Hold this for a while. If it still hurts, we should go to the hospital."
After finishing her sentence, she turned back into the kitchen to clean up the vegetables and the fish she'd just bought. It was time to prepare dinner.
"You are clearly still worried about me," Beiming Han commented.
