The icy cold water flushed over her fingers, alleviating some of the burning pain. Wei Anning stared blankly at her hand. The bleeding had stopped, but her nail was peeled back, exposing a ghastly wound.
Aunt Liu muttered beside her, "Third Young Lady, you shouldn't cook anymore. If the Third Young Master finds out you hurt your hand, he'll be so distressed."
Wei Anning gave a bitter smile. Would he really care anymore?
Aunt Liu pulled her out of the kitchen to tend to her injured finger. After wrapping it with gauze, she said, "Third Young Lady, I'll handle the rest. Don't worry, I won't tell the Third Young Master."
Sitting on the couch, Wei Anning stared at her finger, now wrapped like a dumpling, lost in thought.
Her phone vibrated. Picking it up, she saw a message from Li Aiqi: "Anning, the design proposal has been approved. Rest assured."
