"..."
Went back?
Upon hearing this, he remembered that it was now late at night, early morning.
Seeing this, he had no choice but to return, standing by the bedside. He stared for a long, long time. Finally, with his compulsive tendencies, he couldn't help it. He went to get a pair of scissors and then lifted this woman's clothes and, snip-snap, cut them.
After finishing cutting, he realized how absurd what he did was!
"What the hell?"
So he tossed the scissors aside, and with a flustered expression, he came out.
Xiaojin was waiting outside for news. Seeing Sir finally come out, he quickly asked, "Sir, is she alright?"
Lin Yebai had a tense expression: "She's fine. Does Aning still have clothes left here?"
"I think so, why?"
"The doctor who treated her wounds just now cut her clothes. Go find a maid to change them for her."
Xiaojin: "..."
Treating wounds?
