Jiang Siyan's hand had almost completely healed, and he no longer needed to keep it wrapped in bandages.
However, the exposed palm still bore a terrifying scar. Jiang Jiu, looking at it with heartache, said, "Maybe you should consider getting that scar removed sometime."
"I know," replied Jiang Siyan.
He slipped on a black glove over his hand and laughed at himself sarcastically, "I wonder how many people will be scared to death when I reach out this hand."
Jiang Jiu furrowed her brows. "It's not scary at all, it's rather dashing! Men aren't frightening with scars. I didn't suggest you get it removed because it's ugly, but because I'm worried it might emotionally burden you.
And you got this scar because of me, so I will remember it all my life."
Jiang Siyan gently hugged her, "Since Jiujiu says so, then I guess I should not get rid of this scar. I want Jiujiu to remember me for a lifetime."