Inside, the nurse was still treating his wounds. She quickly took two steps forward and held his hand.
The bandage on Qin Zhiyou's head was apparently re-wrapped, looking like a headband. His injury wasn't on his face to begin with, and the doctor cleaned his face a bit while treating his wounds. He looked pale, but oddly more handsome.
Seeing her come in, Qin Zhiyou wanted to sit up to greet her. She quickly rushed forward and held his hand, "Don't move. The doctor said you need to rest."
Qin Zhiyou nodded, then shifted his gaze to her face, and laughed softly.
"What are you laughing at?" Lu Weixi looked puzzled and turned to look at Qin Zhiyou. Qin Zhiyou pointed at his own face and then at hers.
Lu Weixi touched her own cheek, then turned around and saw herself in the mirror—she had tidied herself up earlier but was still filthy with mud, stains, blood, rainwater, and tears. Everything combined made her look like a tabby cat.
