Ling limu looked at Fu Xiyao and saw that she was holding a small medical box.
The room was very simple. There was a bed and a sofa. Fu Xiyao sat down on the sofa and patted the seat beside her. “Senior Ling, come over here.”
Ling limu walked over and sat beside her.
Fu Xiyao held his injured hand. Just now, when he held the knife like that, there were two long cuts on his palm. Fu Xiyao’s heart ached when she saw it. She wished that she could share the pain with him.
If he hadn’t appeared in time, the knife would have landed on her body.
He was injured to save her.
Fu Xiyao’s heart ached gently. She opened the medical kit and carefully treated his wound before applying medicine.
“Senior Ling, does it hurt?”
Fu Xiyao looked up at him.
Ling Limu bumped into the young girl’s beautiful eyes. She looked at him with her watery eyes full of concern and heartache.
Ling limu looked away uncomfortably and wanted to take his hand back. “It doesn’t hurt.”
