“I told you not to overdo it.” Came Baizhu’s firm scolding as he tended to your sprained arm. His brows furrowed in concern and worries simply because he has been your caretaker for almost a year now.

Even when your powers are quiescent, you still have the natural strength and agility even if you couldn’t control it at times. You’re having amnesia doesn’t help either.

There’s a fond smile on his lips now. “What do I do with you, hm?” Even if you’d heal in no time, he still cares.