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In the half-lit room.

Nian lie sat by the table. His hands were clenched, and beads of sweat seeped out of his forehead.

little girl, I'll leave the ointment here. You guys use it yourselves. I'll help your mother-in-law start the fire. After the old man finished speaking, he closed the door and left.

Ning Qing silently took the bowl and looked down at the man's injured back.

The wound was more than ten centimeters long, from the back of his shoulder to his spine, and took up more than half of his back.

It was probably because it had been wet last night, so the edge of the wound was slightly white and looked shocking.

Ning Qing's hands clenched and she began to apply it.

The room was silent.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" Nian lie's back trembled slightly:

Ning Qing was expressionless. what do you want me to say? "

Nian lie heaved a sigh of relief when she was willing to answer.

"If you don't want to tell me, then I'll ask you."

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