Hu Baiyu's eyes softened the moment Lin Huahua understood what he meant.
To be honest, when the white lion signed that he would prepare hot water for her bath, he was not only thinking about helping her. Deep inside his heart, he was also quietly thinking that this was finally his chance to do something useful.
Mu Qingyi had already taken the meat to wash and cut it.
Feng Yiren was washing those strange leaves Lin Huahua treasured so much, although the fox still looked like he wanted to argue with the leaves themselves.
Only Hu Baiyu had been standing there without doing anything.
How could he not feel anxious?
He wanted to help her too.
He wanted to show her that even though he was injured, he could still do things for her. He could still be useful. He could still take care of her. Most importantly, he wanted her to see that his feelings for her had never changed.
