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 women 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 moment, 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 women; he always thought they were troublesome.
But now, as he met 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."
