When Lu Liangwei saw how messily the bandage was wound around Long Yang's body, she was so exasperated she did not even have it in her to criticize Chu Yi's handiwork.
Long Yang darted a glance at Chu Yi and tugged his inner garment back up, which had been pulled down as far as his arm.
For some reason, Chu Yi suddenly felt a twinge of uncertainty.
Perturbed, he ran through things in his mind—he had done quite a good job of bandaging, right?
Lu Liangwei handed Long Yang the outer robe she was holding.
Long Yang's face looked even paler than before, most probably because he had lost a lot of blood.
He glanced at her and took his outer robe from her in silence.
Lu Liangwei was not sure whether or not she should say something.
Even though she had dressed his wound, Long Yang, in his position as Emperor, had shielded her from the wolf's attack. If nothing else, this meant she owed him her life.
