The next day, Bao Butong appeared before everyone with his hands bandaged. He felt a bit awkward when he caught Murong Fu’s gaze, but his embarrassment eased when he saw Feng Bo'e arrive with his own hands similarly bandaged.
Bao Butong felt an urge to laugh, but with the mistress’s funeral set for the following day, he dared not.
"Old Four, why are you the same as me?" Bao Butong whispered to Feng Bo'e privately.
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