Mu Lingqian's vision gradually cleared and he saw "Wen Xiangyang" looking at him with worry. As it always was whenever he was injured, he reached out and gently touched the face of the young woman in front of him, "Fool, why are you worried? It's just a minor injury."
As Mu Lingqian spoke, he noticed a scratch on the woman's face. His gaze hardened, and in an icy tone, he demanded, "What happened to your face?"
Of course, Wen Ya wasn't going to reveal her disguise. She gazed at Mu Lingqian with a pitiful expression, stretched out her uninjured hand, and gently touched his. She pushed his hand onto her injured face and whimpered, "Young Master Mu, you were mad at me. My hand hurts, my face hurts too..."
"Did I hurt you?" Mu Lingqian furrowed his brows.