"What's not in the way is that I was hit on the road, my skin was worn and I went to the hospital to dress it."

When did hospital dressing lag behind?

Without saying a word, Sheng Lingyao took Qiu Jiayi's hand and ordered Xiaoting, the servant, to take out the medicine box in the room.

Gently put Qiujiayi on the sofa, Shenglingyao half squatted in front of her, gently dismantling the bandage red by blood beads.

Take the bandage apart and you see a long scar bleeding out.

Look up and gaze at Qiujiayi's clear eyes, silently.

"Well, it will be better in a few days."

She knew that...