Jie Chen pressed his palm against his brow bone, enduring the stinging pain on his eyelids.
His voice was cold: "Whenever I encounter you, nothing good happens."
It was indeed strange.
There's no way he could have missed seeing such long branches; it was as if he had been blindfolded just now.
Xiang Ying arched her dark brows: "You should be grateful that it's me you've encountered."
She reached out and pulled Jie Chen's hand down.
At first, Jie Chen was uncooperative, but Xiang Ying scolded with her red lips: "Don't move, I'm applying medicine on you."
She took out the golden sore medicine from her space and asked Jie Chen to close his eyes while she sprinkled it evenly on his eyelids.
"Where did you get the medicine?"
"I bought it while in Yu City," Xiang Ying blurted out casually.
Jie Chen seemed disbelieving and scoffed.
After applying the medicine, Xiang Ying tore a piece of cloth and tied it around his eyes as a blindfold.
