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Staring at the spoon that Xie Nanxing was still stuffing into her mouth, Shen Jinmo stopped her: "Xie Nanxing, you can't eat anymore."

Xie Nanxing was stunned and slowly put down the spoon in his hand.

So no matter how well he pretended, Shen Jinmo knew that he didn't eat well.

A stomach that has not eaten for a long time should eat small and frequent meals.

The casserole was brought out, and hot water for washing and the ointment that Shen Jinmo would use were brought in.

Also coming in were all the people who used to help Shen Jinmo change his clothes and medicine.

It was almost time to go to bed. Shen Jinmo looked at the many new people in the room, and his gentle eyes turned sharp.

"What are you doing here?"

Xie Nanxing held Shen Jinmo's hand and pretended to be relaxed, "You need to change the medicine. When the time comes, Mo Ping will help hold you up, and Yang Huai and I will fan the medicine dry, so that the clothes will not stick to the softened scar."

It’s not because he was afraid of Shen Jinmo. Xie Nanxing has never been afraid of Shen Jinmo.

Xie Nanxing just felt a little powerless.

That scene emerged in Shen Jinmo's mind, and his breath turned into a sharp knife, cutting all the way from his throat to his heart.

It hurts so much, much more than the wound on Shen Jinmo's body.

Such a scene was too cruel for Xie Nanxing.

These scenes that were played out repeatedly in front of Xie Nanxing's eyes every day reminded him that he was unable to take good care of Shen Jinmo.

Every transformation of Xie Nanxing was to take good care of Shen Jinmo.

Xie Nanxing worked very hard.

Xie Nanxing has done a great job.

The current sense of guilt and the inability to reconcile with oneself are all ultimately due to loving too much.

Shen Jinmo didn't nod, and Xie Nanxing didn't speak, so no one dared to make any move.

Closing his eyes and feeling every scab on his body, Shen Jinmo realized that the area below his buttocks should not have been pierced.

The area below the front knee should not be injured at all.

He glanced at Mo Ping who was waiting on the side, and Mo Ping immediately walked up to Shen Jinmo.

He squeezed Xie Nanxing's hand and said, "My dear, I'm thirsty. Can you pour me a glass of water?"

Xie Nanxing nodded repeatedly, walked to the table himself, poured warm water into the teacup, and then put it next to him to test the temperature of the tea.

The moment he turned around with the teacup in hand, Shen Jinmo was already standing in front of him.

Just by looking at the steps, Xie Nanxing could see that he was shaky.

Through Mo Ping's hands that kept hiding behind him, Xie Nanxing already knew how Shen Jinmo got out of bed.

The hand holding the teacup began to tremble. He didn't know whether to put the teacup down first or to check Shen Jinmo's wound first.

This helpless look is just like that of a child who is ignorant of the world.

Through this ignorance of the world, Shen Jinmo could know how panicked Xie Nanxing had been these days.

Cold sweat broke out on Shen Jinmo's forehead, but Shen Jinmo's standing posture had become firm.

He was so determined that even the strongest storm would not let him fall down again.

"Xie Nanxing, can you help me check if the scar has split?"

Xie Nanxing took a breath, dropped the teacup into Xiao Gao's hand, and carefully circled around Shen Jinmo.

"Shen Jinmo, are you feeling unwell?"

Shen Jinmo concealed most of the discomfort he had just felt and said, "I felt a little chest tightness and dizziness when I stood up just now, but I am fine now."

"Xie Nanxing, you took great care of me. I can stand on my own now."

Xie Nanxing looked at the scattered dried bloodstains on Shen Jinmo's pajamas, which were only stained with a hint of bright red, and knew that even though the scars had broken, they were still within the tolerance of Shen Jinmo's body.

Xie Nanxing let out a deep breath and said, "Everyone, leave."

As soon as Xie Nanxing finished giving the order, those people who were struggling to survive in Shen Jinmo's silent contempt ran out in a flash.

Yang Huai was left standing there for a while, then he turned around and moved two armchairs to Shen Jinmo's side, and also moved a small stool to Xie Nanxing's feet.

Xie Nanxing was very angry now, but he had no intention of taking his anger out on Yang Huai: "A Huai, you are still smart."

Yang Huai was praised and walked out of the bedroom happily, covering his face.

The haze that had been lingering for days was swept away.

"Aren't you dizzy? If you are dizzy, stand up by holding on to the back of this chair."

Yang Huai moved the chair over so that he could use it to support Shen Jinmo in case he couldn't hold on.

If Yang Huai doesn't move the chair, Xie Nanxing will move it himself.

Shen Jinmo pursed his lips and refused silently.

Seeing Xie Nanxing holding a pair of scissors and starting to cut his clothes, she seemed to think that he was being unreasonable.

Shen Jinmo inexplicably felt aggrieved: "Xie Nanxing, I don't like this chair."

Xie Nanxing looked up at Shen Jinmo and said kindly, "If you can stop sweating because of the pain from your wound, you don't need to support me."

Shen Jinmo found out, and Xie Nanxing got angry.

Shen Jinmo opened and closed his palms several times and pressed his hands on the backs of two chairs.

The grievance in my heart became even stronger.

The roughly stitched pajamas were cut in two, and the scissors held in Xie Nanxing's hand never touched Shen Jinmo's scar at all.

He wrung out the towel soaked in warm water and moved a soft stool in front of Shen Jinmo.

Without thanking Nanxing for any arrangement, Shen Jinmo carefully sat down on the soft stool.

Not daring to feel wronged, the eyes that usually could scare children into tears now took on a flattering smile.

Xie Nanxing sat on a small wooden stool, holding a handkerchief and carefully wiping Shen Jinmo's body.

"My goodness, you rubbed it so comfortably, it doesn't hurt at all."

Xie Nanxing silently wiped Shen Jinmo's body dry, then took out the ointment and applied it to every scar on Shen Jinmo.

Even though the scab is quite thick, and even though the internal and external injuries are concentrated together, the pain will continue.

Shen Jinmo could still feel the trembling of Xie Nanxing's fingertips.

Shen Jinmo sat on the soft stool and looked around anxiously. He wanted to find a handkerchief.

Xie Nanxing paused in applying the medicine on her hands, forced the tears in her eyes back, stood up and put the handkerchief under the pillow into Shen Jinmo's hand.

Sitting on the small stool, he looked up at Shen Jinmo, and when he realized that it was not convenient for Shen Jinmo to raise his hand, he put his hand next to Shen Jinmo's hand holding the handkerchief.

His eyes began to turn red, and Shen Jinmo dropped the handkerchief into Xie Nanxing's hand: "Xie Nanxing, I'm sorry."

No matter how big a mistake he made, as long as Shen Jinmo handed the handkerchief to wipe his tears to Xie Nanxing, Xie Nanxing would forgive him.

Using a handkerchief to wipe the tears from his eyes, Xie Nanxing pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's okay, Shen Jinmo."

Xie Nanxing understood why Shen Jinmo insisted on standing up on his own.

Shen Jinmo also understood why Xie Nanxing was angry because of this behavior.

But, they always can't help but subconsciously make the other party less embarrassed and less painful.

Although they have been together for several years, they are still learning the art of love.

They all wanted to get full marks, but none of them could get them.

They tried to protect each other, but ended up getting injured.

No matter how painful it is, they will never let go.