Zhao Yan’s face turned pale under Qin Wan’s sharp rebuke.
He remained silent as he tore off the last strip of his dry undergarment to carefully bind Weimo’s blood-soaked knees. Outside, the sound of the rain had gradually faded, revealing a sliver of moonlight from the newly risen moon.
Xiaqing had just lit a solitary lamp when the patter of rapid footsteps echoed outside the door.
Chapter 79