Soon, Li Qiyu realized that something wasn't right.
Li Qiyu's eyes snapped open, and Bo Yeyuan had already rubbed the ointment between his palms, gently massaging it onto her body. She was covered in scars of various sizes, each one tightening his gaze. These were the best scar removal medicines his people had developed, and with daily application, her scars would fade within half a year.
However, the wound on her shoulder was too deep, and it's likely that the scar would never disappear in her lifetime.
Bo Yeyuan carefully applied the ointment and picked up the nail clippers, trimming her nails...
His own hands were injured from cooking; he had unwrapped the bandages for convenience when applying the ointment to her, not minding that his cuts were exposed.
He had forgotten to apply medicine to himself, and the bullet wound on his arm was only treated hastily.
Li Qiyu suddenly withdrew her hand and pulled up a blanket to cover herself as she sat up.