Yixuan was momentarily dazed before he smiled gently, "So, it seems...you've taken the trouble."
After a pause, he had completely reined in his previous thoughts, as if the turbulence in his heart had never existed.
"Is Fourth Brother's injury serious?"
Dong Huiying wiped her long hair again. Having long hair was a bit inconvenient — it was such a hassle to dry after washing, sigh!
"They're just superficial wounds. I took a close look, his complexion is a bit pale, but it's still acceptable. At most, he has lost some blood."
Yixuan walked over to her, picked up a towel, and she paused before sitting awkwardly at the edge of the kang bed, turning her back to him.
His long fingers threaded through her hair, first straightening it out for her, and then began to dry her hair. His touch was moderate, much like the man he was, seemingly gentle and harmless, yet containing a slight and shallow force.
Dong Huiying let out a little moan, "Mmm..."