Nie Yixiao's eyes tightened, and with a few steps, he lifted her hand.
There was a scratch on the palm. Although she blocked the dagger earlier, she accidentally got a scrape, breaking the skin, but fortunately not deep.
"What happened?"
"I just fell while waiting for you by the roadside. I went to the side to tidy up," she stuck out her tongue.
"Fell?" He was somewhat skeptical.
"Yes."
"How can you fall while standing on the roadside?"
"My cerebellum is uncoordinated."
He was speechless, but didn't say anything more, pulled out a tissue, and carefully wiped the edge of her wound clean.
After cleaning the wound, he said coldly, "Wait in the car."
Then he strode to a nearby pharmacy, and returned to the car with a box of band-aids, and applied one for her.
