Ten minutes later, Han Zheng ran into the parking lot carrying a paper bag. He came to the passenger seat, opened the car door, and Yan Luoxi, seeing him drenched in sweat, asked, "What did you go to buy?"
Han Zheng took a pair of white sneakers out of the paper bag, leaned down to hold her foot, and removed the oversized leather shoe, placing it aside. Yan Luoxi, seeing him staring at her dirty feet, embarrassedly pulled her foot back slightly.
"I can do it myself."
"I'll do it." Han Zheng gently pulled her hand away, took a wet towel from the center console, which was left from the last time they went on a picnic, and tenderly wiped the dirt off her foot before putting it into the white sneaker.
While wiping her other foot, he noticed a cut with blood already congealed. He opened the drawer, took out some anti-inflammatory medicine, and applied it. He said helplessly, "How can you be injured without even knowing?"
