Chapter 228 Injury_3

She lowered her head and said this, her expression as calm and undisturbed as ever, yet she never once looked into his eyes.

Pei Yunmeng lowered his gaze to watch her movements.

Lu Tong cleaned his arm wound with a handkerchief. The assassin's blow hadn't been deep; he had dodged just in time. She took a medicine bottle and applied the ointment on his wound, then chose a clean white cloth to bandage him.

Throughout the process, neither of them spoke; outside the window, the snowfall was silent, occasionally broken by the crisp snapping of branches under the weight of the heavy snow.

In the quiet, Lu Tong felt that penetrating gaze resting on her, intense and impossible to ignore.

There was no brazier burning in the room. Shengjing was short on supplies, and heating materials were prioritized for the Plague Hospital and the people of Shengjing. Although it was the cold heart of winter, Lu Tong felt her cheeks growing warm.