"Why did you sleep here?" In the darkness, a warm hand gently stroked her cheek, and Qin Youxuan was startled awake.
As she attempted to sit upright on the tatami, she fell securely into his strong arms.
"You're back?" Qin Youxuan blinked her cat-like eyes and rubbed them.
"Mm." Dan Hanjie hummed a single syllable, quickly took her, and went back to their room.
He felt her forehead and grabbed her small hand into his palm, frowning, "Why is your hand so cold? Who allowed you to sleep on the balcony?"
"How is Bai Wei doing?" Qin Youxuan nonchalantly withdrew her hand, hid it in the quilt, and softly asked.
Her gaze steadily met his.
"She lost a lot of blood and might have a concussion. She needs to stay in the hospital for observation." Dan Hanjie stood up from the bed and unbuttoned his shirt. There were bloodstains on the cuffs, even on the front.
His movements were so brusque as if he couldn't wait to tear his shirt off, making Qin Youxuan couldn't help but smile.
