1589. What exactly happened to Mu Shaojing?
Mu Anran felt an overwhelming pain as soon as she saw it. She pulled Yu Lingqian to sit beside her, found a medical kit from the side of the sofa, and began disinfecting the wound on Yu Lingqian's face, applying a band-aid.
"It's a good thing the wound isn't deep; it shouldn't leave a scar." Mu Anran breathed a sigh of relief.
Yu Lingqian looked at her eyes filled with concern, "Even if it leaves a scar, it doesn't matter."
"Who says it doesn't matter? This face of yours is precious to me."
Mu Anran's words made Yu Lingqian narrow his eyes slightly: "So Mrs. Yu means that if I didn't have this face, you might not fancy me?"
Mu Anran thought about it seriously for a moment, then nodded, "How should I put it? Mr. Yu's perfect face adds at least twenty points to you."
"Then I really should try and see if Mrs. Yu would leave me without this face." As Yu Lingqian spoke, he made a gesture as if to pull off the band-aid on his face.
