Mo Xiuyuan carried Lu Man into the villa.
Wang Zhong had been waiting in the hall, as if he knew what had happened.
Seeing Lu man being carried back by Mo Xiuyuan, he seemed to be relieved at that moment. Even though Lu man was covered in blood, it seemed that she was still alive.
Mo Xiuyuan carried Lu man upstairs and said to Wang Zhong in a low voice, “Help me bring the medical box up.”
“Yes.”
Lu Man had been buried in Mo Xiuyuan’s arms the whole time.
In the corridor on the second floor, Mo Xiuyuan seemed to hesitate for a moment, but he still carried Lu man into his room and put her on the bed.
Her body was covered in blood, but it was on Mo Xiuyuan’s indigo-colored quilt.
Mo Xiuyuan gently covered her with the quilt, turned around and took Wang Zhong’s medical kit. He said to him, “Go and make some plain porridge.”
“Yes.”
Wang Zhong left.
Mo Xiuyuan placed the medical box on the bedside, turned around, and walked to the bathroom. He wrung a hot towel and came out.
