She turned to wash the wet cloth she had used to wipe the blood from Hua Yichao’s wound.
The bloodstains on the cloth dispersed in the water, blooming into a pale red cloud that vanished after she kneaded the fabric a few times.
Hua Yichao reached up to loosen the bandage around his neck and said indifferently, "No need to wash it. Just throw it away."
Chapter 192