Yu Le lay on the bed, motionless, watching Baili Xia busy at his side.
She carefully tended to each wound, always asking him, "Does it hurt?"
These injuries really aren't much.
Even though Yu Le always said it didn't hurt, she still kept asking.
When he got injured before, whether brothers helped him or he went to the medical room, no one ever treated him this attentively.
Everyone was already used to such injuries.
Watching Baili Xia now, he suddenly had the illusion that only a beloved relative would treat someone like this.
Baili Xia meticulously treated Yu Le's wounds, her forehead already lined with sweat from exhaustion.
"Finally done."
She raised her hand and wiped her forehead, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
She looked down at Yu Le, seeing him still staring blankly at her.
"What's wrong? Did the pain ruin your head?"
He was a cheerful person, and Baili Xia could joke with him.
