"Just say it," Meng Xinian’s tone dipped slightly.
"The doctor said the wound is quite deep," Chen Yin touched his nose, not daring to directly mention the possibility of scarring.
Meng Xinian, although usually seeming not afraid to bleed or sweat during training, tougher than anyone else, cared a lot about his face.
Moreover, now he had Chiang Xiao, a real scar would probably be a blow to him.
"Was Little present when they were treating this wound?" Meng Xinian’s face darkened even more.
Just now, she said he looked older, but she didn’t say he looked uglier, did she?
Chen Yin touched his nose again, "Yes, that bandage was applied by her after disinfection and medication."
Since it was night and there weren’t many nurses on duty, the doctor, seeing Chiang Xiao’s courage, meticulousness, quick movements, and light hands, simply guided her to do it, especially since he had to stitch up the wound on Meng Xinian’s leg at that time.
Meng Xinian threw the towel back into the basin and silently put on his hospital gown, asking in a heavy voice, "Did she say anything?"
Did Chiang Xiao say anything while she was applying medication to him?
Chen Yin thought back carefully and shook his head, "No, she didn’t say anything."
At that moment, he actually felt that Chiang Xiao’s movements were very gentle, her expression very focused. There wasn’t a trace of aversion.
Chiang Xiao came with the insulated food container at one in the morning.
The hospital lights were bleak, and the place was eerily quiet with occasional coughs.
Before reaching Meng Xinian’s ward, she saw Chen Yin walking towards her.
"Xinian asked me to come out and meet you."
"I’m not a child, do I need to be picked up?" Chiang Xiao naturally responded with such a sentence.
This made Chen Yin inexplicably want to laugh.
Not yet fifteen, yet she could respond so naturally.
As soon as they entered, Meng Xinian told Chen Yin to go back first.
When Chen Yin left and the door closed, the atmosphere in the room became a bit strange with only the two of them left.
It had been almost a year and a half since they last saw each other; there was a bit of unfamiliarity between them, yet it didn’t feel like unfamiliarity.
Chiang Xiao put down the food container, opened her backpack, and took out a black overcoat that was obviously men’s clothing from the bulging pack.
Meng Xinian was slightly startled.
He could tell, the overcoat was new and styled for a younger person—it definitely wasn’t the sort Chiang Songhai would wear. And Chu Liang wouldn’t wear this kind of western-style overcoat either; he was someone who wore either military coats or cotton-padded jackets. This coat was stylish, seemingly tailored to fit.
Chen Yin, on the other hand, seemed like the type to wear an overcoat .
"Chen Yin’s? I can’t fit into his clothes." Chen Yin wasn’t as tall as him, had a smaller frame, and was leaner. He could put on Chen Yin’s clothes, but they would be too tight.
Could she not see that?
Just the shoulders alone, Meng Xinian’s were wide, significantly broader than Chen Yin’s. He was the type of person who could make any article of clothing look good, making them appear crisp and dashing.
With a physique like his, he would look especially charming in a Supervisor Guard Uniform, a suit, an overcoat, or a shirt.
Chiang Xiao shook out the overcoat, "Yours, put it on."
Now, the nights were cold, especially the nights in the hospital—colder still.
"Mine?" Meng Xinian was genuinely stunned.
Chiang Xiao’s face warmed slightly as she glared at him, "I bought it, is that a problem?"
She would absolutely not admit that she had seen it while passing through a shopping mall in City J during her last trip there, all alone, out shopping and eating, and felt it suited him perfectly, so she bought it on the spot.
Of course, at that time, she was also thinking of it as a gift for the New Year.
After all, the coat cost her three hundred and eighty yuan.
In those days, not everyone could afford clothing that cost three hundred and eighty yuan.