"What's wrong?"
The voice of Master "Qing Yangzi" rang out. Seeing Ji Wuming behind him had gone silent, he slightly turned his head.
"It's nothing, Master." Under "Qing Yangzi's" gaze, Ji Wuming's expression remained calm. He rolled up the outer garment taken off from Qing Yangzi's body, then as if discovering something, he grabbed "Qing Yangzi's" hand and couldn't help but frown,
"However, what happened to your hand? Why are your fingers injured?"
On "Qing Yangzi's" hand, there was dried blood crusted between the thumb and forefinger, and the index finger had a bleeding cut.
Ji Wuming looked up at "Qing Yangzi," whose expression seemed a bit bewildered. Turning his head sideways, he simply said, "Maybe carelessly scraped it somewhere last night."
"It's nothing serious."
Saying so, he retracted his hand as if it were not a big deal.
Ji Wuming mumbled from behind, "You should be more careful in the future."
