Fu Yihan was ruthless.
In Su Qingnuan's eyes, this had always been just a rumor.
But after witnessing him lie there with over a dozen silver needles stuck in his leg and still not cry out, Su Qingnuan knew that this man wasn't just ruthless to others—he was ruthless to himself too.
Su Qingnuan watched as Fu Yihan closed his eyes and glanced worriedly at his leg.
"There are already more than ten needles. Are you feeling any better now?"
Fu Yihan pressed his lips together and said in a low voice, "A bit swollen."
"Swollen?" Su Qingnuan's eyes lit up. "That's good. That means the pain has gone away, hasn't it?"
Fu Yihan was silent for a moment before reluctantly murmuring, "Mm."
Su Qingnuan let out a sigh of relief and stood up. "Hang in there. I'll get you some water. I'll take the needles out soon."
Fu Yihan didn't respond.
Su Qingnuan quietly opened the door and walked out.
The sound of the door closing reached his ears, and Fu Yihan shifted himself upright.
