Chapter 2151

Wenshan went upstairs after she had dinner and cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks.

Wenshan went in and looked down at her arm. She didn't change her dressing all day today. From now on, she will change her dressing.

Wenshan went to the bedside, sat down and took the medicine from the table. Her right arm was shaking unconsciously. She knew that she still couldn't face her arm directly.

Forget it. Let's close the window first.

Wenshan thought. When she got up to close the window, she found that not only the window had been closed, but also the curtain had been closed.

She closed it herself?

Wenshan reaches out and pats her head. Do you remember for three seconds?

Why not at all.

It's like after going out, we always doubt whether we have locked the door or not, so we have to go back and have a look.

So now Wenshan is seriously in her arms. Did she close it by herself?

It's strange.

Wenshan took off her shirt slowly with her three second memory. She also had gauze on her arm. The edge of gauze was the dark wrinkled skin that was not wrapped.

Wenshan's eyes deepened slightly, and slowly reached out to uncover the gauze. The completely burned skin became wrinkled because of water loss. The burned scar still could not completely remove the dark pigment. The White left arm was in obvious contrast with the almost deformed right arm.

Wenshan's uncontrolled left hand almost crushed the ointment in her hand.

Always unable to accept this psychological impact, Wen Shan directly lost the ointment in her hand and slowly sat on the ground, burying her head in her left arm to deceive herself, as if she could pretend she didn't know if she couldn't see it.

Nalan Chunbo opens the door and looks at the woman sitting beside the bed crying, probably afraid of disturbing others.

Nalan Chunbo picked up the ointment on the ground, then slowly went over and sat down beside her. His eyes fell on her arm, and the muscles in the corner of his eyes tightened a little. Even a man looked at him and felt shocked.

Nalan Chunbo reaches for Wenshan's arm, but Wenshan looks like a frightened rabbit. She suddenly looks up and struggles to get something to cover her ugly arm.

Nalan Chunbo controls her shoulder, presses the person in his arms, one hand always clasps her right arm shoulder, so as not to let her struggle too much and then pull the wound.

"Let me go, you let me go." Wenshan wants to struggle, but she can't do it. She doesn't want him to see her arm.

Nalan Chunbo can feel her excited emotion, her cry voice is dumb, which is with fear, the fear of being found by him.

But he didn't know how to tell her that he didn't care, that it wasn't so terrible.

So, at this moment, he can only hold her, listen to her cry, feel her shaking.

When Wenshan was tired and tired of crying, she was completely quiet in his arms.

Na LAN Chun Bo's lips fell on her forehead, "Shan Shan, we always have to face, you and I, there is no need to face alone."

Wenshan didn't speak, maybe because she was tired of crying.

Nalan Chunbo did not force her to open her mouth, but took the ointment, carefully re applied the medicine for her, and then replaced it with a new gauze.

After doing all this, Nalan Chunbo holds Wenshan to bed, and then pulls the quilt to help her cover, careful not to press her arm.