Lun Chuan's breathing was rapid, possibly because the close contact in a confined environment amplified his sensitivity, making the small sensation on his scar feel like a faint electric current running down his spine, causing uncontrollable tension.
Finally, he pressed down the hand that was sliding towards his shoulder and endured, saying:
"These really don't matter, no need to look."
Thinking for a moment, he added, "If you actually mind, the hospital suggested I could get it treated, like a skin graft. I can..."
He hesitated briefly but eventually nodded firmly, "Do these scars stress you? The hospital can handle them; it's not a big issue."
In fact, it still requires a long time, repeated surgical adjustments, and strong recovery and endurance. But at this moment, Lun Chuan understated these things, simply calming his breath and sincerely saying:
"I hope our beginning isn't rooted in guilt and gratitude."
