In an instant, the bedroom cleared of people. Wen Jiu watched him silently as he lay there, his complexion pale. She reached out to check his wounds but hesitated, fearing she might touch them; eventually, she stopped and simply lay down beside him, letting out a sigh.
Hearing her sigh, Xiao Jue wondered if she was worried about him.
Xuanling prepared the medicine and watched it boil, while Qingfeng accompanied Qinglong into the room to dress his wounds. Qinglong ripped off his shirt in one violent motion, seemingly sulking.
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