The voice played back and forth three or four times. Song Xiang looked confused and looked up at Yan Han.
Yan Han took the phone back expressionlessly, and then threw a small box in front of Song Xiang.
Without waiting for Song Xiang to ask him, he carried his coat and walked out of the room, "Come out and find me after reading."
Song Xiang was confused and opened the small box. Inside was a pair of earrings and a small note.
——Song Xiang, I'm sorry. Yingzi and I cheated at night. It wasn't meant to be against you... Yingzi brought the earrings back from Europe. If you don't mind, just accept them. This is our apology.
The signature is Wang Fuxue.
Song Xiang took the box and was a little caught off guard.
She didn't know where this apology came from. Wang Fuxue might have taken the initiative, but as for Lu Zechen, she didn't believe that Lu Zechen would take the initiative to record such an apology.
How did you get that severe cold?
I was so confused that I held the things in my hands without moving them for a long time.
There was a sound of opening and closing outside, and she guessed that Yan Han had gone back to the room to take a shower.
I got out of bed and found a coat of my own to put on. I didn't dare to take a shower immediately and sat obediently in the living room waiting for the severe cold.
From a conscience point of view, what happened tonight was not Yan Han's fault, and there was no need for him to offer her this apology.
But he brought...
My mind was in a mess, and I couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time.
Ten minutes later, the sound of the door opening was heard from behind.
Yan Han was wearing a bathrobe, wiping his hair with a towel, and sat down opposite Song Xiang.
Just as Song Xiang was about to speak, his cell phone rang again.
I picked up the phone casually and the person on the other end said a few words.
Yan Han's expression was light, but it was not the usual perfunctory and indifferent expression.
"It'll be fine when you get home."
"Well...see you tomorrow."
Song Xiang observed his expression and probably guessed who the caller was.
Yan Han hung up the phone, threw away the towel in his hand, got up and went back to the room.
When he came out, he had an extra bag of things in his hand.
The thing was thrown in front of Song Xiang, which made Song Xiang stunned again.
"I brought you something. Is it too much to ask you to apply some medicine for me?"
Song Xiang opened the bag and took a look. There were several ointments inside, which looked like Sanwu products. They only had a label on the bottom, which seemed to be for removing scars.
She raised her head and saw that Yan Han had already untied the belt of the bathrobe and took off the upper body of the bathrobe casually.
Song Xiang avoided looking, holding the ointment and turning behind the man, scanning the injuries on his back.
The scabs have almost fallen off, and the new skin growing inside is pink, and it doesn't look like it matches the original skin color.
“Why not do rehab?”
Yan Han straightened up and said half-jokingly: "The Zhang family has not received the compensation, so we can't afford it."
Song Xiang: "..."
She curled her lips, opened the ointment box, and applied the ointment to the new skin with a cotton swab.
There were four boxes in total, and she had to apply them one by one, which took a little longer.
From her perspective, she could see Yan Han's entire back, and if she turned slightly sideways, she could see his perfect side profile.
There was nothing to say to each other, and the atmosphere was not awkward. Instead, it was a bit like being in the countryside.
After applying the medicine, Yan Han silently put on his clothes, and Song Xiang half-knelt in front of the sofa to pack her things.
She was only wearing a coat, and although it was tightly wrapped, she could still see the faint outline of it.
Yan Han leaned on the sofa and looked up and down with his eyes.