After Transmigrating into a Book, I Had a Flash Marriage with the Beautiful Crazy Villain - Chapter 41.2

She was about to divert her attention to others again.

The thought flashed through Song Qingyi’s mind so quickly that, without much deliberation, she called out to Chu Ling, even showing her the wound and saying her hand was hurt.

And just like that, Chu Ling’s attention was drawn back to her.

Chu Ling took her to treat the wound. Now, with no one else to distract her, it was just the two of them alone.

Song Qingyi’s heart fluttered with joy suddenly, Ye Zhiyin’s suggestion seemed like a great idea.

Though it was a little manipulative to use her injury to gain sympathy, as long as it kept Chu Ling’s attention on her, Song Qingyi felt satisfied.

Just a small trick Chu Ling wouldn’t notice.

And now, Chu Ling was carefully cleaning her wound.

Her movements were very gentle, as if afraid of causing her pain.

Being treated so tenderly, Song Qingyi felt as if a feather had lightly brushed against her heart, bringing a faint itch, causing her fingers to tremble slightly.

If only we could stay alone together like this forever.

Such a sigh escaped Song Qingyi’s heart.

Chu Ling, completely unaware of what Song Qingyi was thinking, only noticed that her fingers trembled occasionally while she cleaned the wound.

Thinking her own movements might be too rough, she lightened her touch even more.

When the cleaning was nearly done, Chu Ling remembered how sensitive Song Qingyi was to pain. She rummaged through the first aid kit but only found alcohol.

No other choice. She took out the alcohol and hesitated before saying, “Disinfecting with alcohol might hurt a bit. Try to bear with it.”

Song Qingyi blinked slowly, snapping out of her daze. “Mm, it’s fine. I don’t feel pain.”

Chu Ling didn’t call her out on it. Frowning, she sprayed the alcohol onto the wound, already wincing in sympathy just from the sight.

“Hah!”

Though it was Song Qingyi who was being disinfected, it was Chu Ling who felt nervous and afraid.

Only after finishing did Chu Ling’s heart settle slightly.

She looked up at Song Qingyi and noticed the faint crease between her brows.

So she is in pain just too polite to say it.

Unconsciously, Chu Ling’s eyes softened with concern. “Does it hurt a lot?” she asked, a little flustered.

Song Qingyi lifted her gaze, clearly seeing the emotion in Chu Ling’s eyes.

Is she… worried about me?

Slowly, she lowered her lashes. From Chu Ling’s angle, she could see them trembling faintly.

Song Qingyi’s voice came softly, “Mm. It hurts.”

Chu Ling grew even more anxious just from hearing that. After a moment’s thought, she gently blew on the wound.

Hoping the cool air would ease the pain, she asked expectantly, “Does this feel better?”

Song Qingyi’s expression froze for a second before she finally responded after a long pause.

“Mm. It doesn’t hurt as much now.”

Only then did Chu Ling relax. She pulled out some medicine.

The visitor center must have had plenty of experience with such accidents, as the first aid kit was always stocked with supplies for injuries like this.

Chu Ling picked up each medicine to examine carefully before settling on a powdered one.

“I’ll sprinkle this on first, then wrap it with gauze. It’ll heal faster.”

Song Qingyi nodded, obedient. “Mm. Okay.”

Chu Ling found her utterly endearing and applied the medicine with even greater care, meticulously wrapping the gauze to ensure Song Qingyi’s flawless hand wouldn’t scar.

“Once we’re back down the mountain, have a doctor check it. For now, don’t let this hand get wet be careful!”

Her expression was serious, her eyes lingering on the bandaged hand with visible distress.

After observing her for a while, Song Qingyi said slowly, “You seem very concerned about the wound on my hand.”

Chu Ling: “…”

Her gaze flickered away. “Not really. Ahem. It’s just, this injury happened because of me. If it leaves a scar, I’d feel terrible.”

Song Qingyi understood now Chu Ling liked her hands.

She lowered her eyes, looking at her own hand, a faint smile playing at her lips.

Song Qingyi was in a very good mood. Never before had she been so grateful for any part of her body that could attract Chu Ling’s attention.

Whether it was her hands or her face as long as Chu Ling was interested, Song Qingyi felt nothing but honor.

“So scars really can’t be left. Scars mean no longer being perfect.”

That absolutely wouldn’t do. She’d have to check which scar removal products worked best later.

This thought flashed through Song Qingyi’s mind as she nodded in complete agreement. “Yes, scars really aren’t attractive.”

Upon hearing this, Chu Ling grew even more guilty. “I’ll look for medications that can help heal without scarring. Don’t worry, I won’t let it leave a mark!”

Song Qingyi didn’t refuse in fact, she rather enjoyed it.

Though it was because she’d just helped Chu Ling, she still felt there might be other reasons for Chu Ling’s concern.

The two spent some time tending to the wound. By the time they returned to the ski resort, Chu Ling realized Song Qingyi couldn’t ski with her injured hand.

“I’m sorry, Song Qingyi. We finally came skiing, and now your hand is hurt because of me.”

Chu Ling truly felt bad. With Song Qingyi unable to ski, she’d be bored alone.

But calling everyone else away would ruin the fun. Chu Ling hesitated, not wanting to dampen their spirits.

Song Qingyi didn’t mind. “Do you still want to ski? If so, I can teach you. This little injury is nothing.”

Chu Ling quickly shook her head. “No! You shouldn’t strain your hand. If it starts bleeding again, we’d have to clean it, and that would hurt all over.”

Hearing this, Song Qingyi’s eyes curved slightly.

Chu Ling didn’t notice, too busy watching everyone else having fun on the slopes, her eyes full of longing.

But she couldn’t just leave Song Qingyi alone outside, that would be too boring.

Noticing her regret, Song Qingyi’s gaze flickered. “Come with me.”

Chu Ling was bewildered as she was pulled along. “What? Are you hungry? Should we check out the food stalls outside?”

She assumed Song Qingyi might want to eat. When they arrived, she’d glimpsed the bustling food stalls outside the visitor center, smoke curling upward, surrounded by crowds, it looked lively.

Chu Ling had already planned to check them out when she got hungry.

Now, as Song Qingyi led her out, she immediately thought of those stalls.

But then Song Qingyi said leisurely, “You can’t eat that. The stalls aren’t clean, and your stomach is weak, remember?”

Chu Ling: “…”

Her world collapsed. How could this be?

She tried to argue. “But last time, I just ate too much. This time, I’ll only have a little. A tiny bit won’t hurt.”

Song Qingyi remained unmoved. “No. Not even a little.”

She never wanted to see Chu Ling pale and bedridden again, so sometimes, being firm was necessary.

Chu Ling sulked, her snack dreams dashed, now completely deflated.

She thought her stomach wasn’t actually that bad.

But then again, why was it that she could never argue back against Song Qingyi?

It was like a teacher to a student, or her mother to her.

There was a natural sense of authority.

Chu Ling began to reflect couldn’t she just pretend to agree and sneak off to eat? She really thought a tiny bite wouldn’t hurt.

But as soon as that thought surfaced, the memory of that night with her stomachache flashed through her mind.

Before the pain plunged her into unconsciousness, she indeed heard Song Qingyi’s voice.

Her muddled consciousness made the voice sound somewhat indistinct, but she could sense the urgency in Song Qingyi’s tone.

Ah!

Never mind. Song Qingyi was probably frightened, or perhaps it was because her mothers had asked her to look after me?

In any case, she decided to endure it.

Snapping back to reality, Chu Ling noticed the two of them were still walking. She glanced around and saw fewer and fewer people in the surroundings.

Curious, she asked, “Where are we going?”

Song Qingyi replied, “We’re almost there.”

When they finally stopped, Chu Ling realized Song Qingyi had brought her to a clearing. The trees here seemed to have been cut down, leaving only stumps behind. The ground was thick with untouched snow, showing no signs of footprints.

“I asked the guide. She said no one comes here, it was just cleared recently. We can play in the snow here. Do you want to build a snowman?”

Chu Ling was stunned. So, Song Qingyi had brought her here to play in the snow!

Well, it made sense. Song Qingyi couldn’t ski anymore, and just watching would be boring. Building a snowman was at least a way to pass the time.

She probably dragged me along because she didn’t want to do it alone after all, building a snowman by yourself would be pretty dull.

Clearly, Ye Zhiyin was too busy skiing sweetly with Qin Xinfan to pay attention to Song Qingyi.

Chu Ling understood now and nodded. “Let’s do it! We’ll build a snowman. Oh, and use your other hand, don’t move the injured one! Leave the tricky parts to me. I’ve got this!”

A glimmer of amusement flickered in Song Qingyi’s eyes. “Mm, let’s begin.”

And so, the two of them started building a snowman.

Chu Ling rolled up her sleeves, ready to give it her all.

She had often seen impressive snowmen online and had always wanted to try making one herself. Now was her chance.

It didn’t look too hard, she was sure she could do it!

Brimming with confidence, Chu Ling focused intently on shaping the snow, planning to build a snowman family.

That meant at least two big snowmen and one small one.

For now, she’d start with three.

Chu Ling began with fiery determination.

Fifteen minutes later, her enthusiasm waned slightly.

Half an hour later, only a spark remained.

An hour later, her motivation had completely fizzled out.

Staring at the bizarre, misshapen creature before her, Chu Ling let out an awkward laugh.

“Haha… building a snowman is… is actually pretty hard, huh…”

Song Qingyi’s lips twitched, struggling to suppress a laugh, but she held it in.

“Go ahead and laugh. I won’t mind,” Chu Ling said, her tone faintly accusing.

Song Qingyi couldn’t hold back anymore, her eyes crinkling with mirth. “Actually, it’s quite good. It has its own unique charm.”

Chu Ling sighed. “I appreciate the effort, but that’s such a blatant lie. Snowmen are seriously hard to make!”

Song Qingyi chuckled. “You could try making them smaller. They don’t have to be this big.”

Chu Ling thought that sounded like a good idea, and her determination reignited. She started molding tiny snowmen.

This time, it wasn’t as difficult. She quickly made a whole row of little snowmen.

“Hey! Song Qingyi, look, I did it!”

Chu Ling’s eyes sparkled as she proudly showed off her creations.

Song Qingyi examined the row of tiny snowmen carefully before meeting Chu Ling’s gaze.

“Mm, congratulations. You’re amazing.”

Chu Ling froze for a moment, then suddenly clutched her pounding chest and looked away.

Oh no, something’s wrong with my heart!

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