"You're so afraid of pain, yet you dared to go to the Imperial Palace?"
Zhou Cangyan murmured, his gaze lowered.
"You were implicated because of me. How could I not go to save you?"
The torment in her palm, worse than any itch, was unbearable. She quickly pulled her hand back, rose, and went behind him again to inspect his wound. "I told you, I'm very loyal."
Seeing the gruesome wounds, she couldn't help but recall the image of him protecting her without a second thought.
She pressed her lips together and quickly looked away.
The wounds had been given some basic treatment, but the work was crude. Song Lianhe quickly brought over her medical kit, unwrapped the bandages, and examined them again.
"The wounds are too deep. They need to be sutured." As she spoke, she began preparing to do just that.
