Lu Qing sighed softly, wanting to reach out and touch Zhu Yu's hair, but he couldn't move recklessly, so he had to suppress the thought for now, only following her every move with his eyes.
Finally, after finishing the last stitch, Zhu Yu looked at the wound which no longer appeared so grim. She quietly applied the ointment, wrapped it in a cloth, and then put away her tools.
The talisman adeptly took away the basin of bloodied water used for cleaning the wound along with other debris and closed the door from the outside.
As soon as the door was closed tightly from the outside, Zhu Yu could no longer hold back her sadness and lay on the bedside sobbing softly, her shoulders trembling silently, stifling her cries to the lowest volume.
Lu Qing felt a sharp pain in his left chest, as if it hurt more than the wound earlier.
