Mu Xichen's gaze fell onto the pale and distended skin on her neck.
He raised his hand to touch it but halted for fear that it would cause her pain.
As he eyed the bruised patch, Mu Donglin's intention was clear to him.
He clenched his fist tightly.
Although the injury around her neck looked quite serious, the rest of her was perfectly fine.
If something more had happened, it would have, without a doubt, left evidence on her fine alabaster skin.
However… her skin glowed delicately.
Mu Xichen was secretly relieved. Fortunately, fortunately so.
Sensing his unhappiness, Li Beinian did not speak further.
She let him blow dry her hair, apply the medicine, and dress her. Then, she snuggled back in his embrace and fell asleep.
In a state of semi-consciousness, it felt like someone got off the bed, although it could have been her imagination.
