Gu Nanqiao looked at the blood seeping from his head, unable to identify the mix of emotions in her heart. She took the towel and wiped away the wet droplets from his short hair, "There, that's done."
Huo Jingting leaned on her shoulder, motionless, eyes still closed.
Gu Nanqiao gently pushed him, "All clean now."
Huo Jingting stretched his arm around her waist, holding her lightly, "You still care about me, don't you?"
Gu Nanqiao was taken aback for a moment, a hollow feeling welling up in her clear eyes.
Care?
No, it wasn't that, she should have long stopped feeling this way about him.
Huo Jingting, having waited for a response for some time, opened his eyes slightly and saw her distracted appearance; he chuckled and grasped one of her hands, "What, you don't dare admit it?"
He wasn't holding tight; Gu Nanqiao easily pulled her hand away, her voice softening, "It's late, time to sleep."