A round and round bandage was removed from Hou Tingfu's foot, the smell of the medicinal solution irritating her nostrils.
There was still gauze attached to her sole, and Hou Tingfu peeled off the thick layer of gauze, revealing a patch of mottled bloodstain on it.
Hou Tingfu adhered a large adhesive bandage directly onto her sole to prevent the wound from getting infected.
She changed her clothes and took out Yan Nanxun's pistol from the drawer. Along with his pistol was a box of magazines, which Hou Tingfu placed into her backpack.
Just last night, she fired a gun for the first time. After the bullet was shot, the recoil of the gun could almost crack her grip.
She recalled Yan Nanxun massaging her hand, soothing the numbness and pain caused by the recoil.
In that moment, he seemed like he was holding Hou Tingfu in the palm of his hand, treasuring her immensely.
