After pondering for a moment, Shu Yimo finally said nothing and silently walked over, picked up the toothbrush by the side, and began washing up...
Busy with her tasks, her eyes remained idle, continuously sizing him up through the mirror in front of her.
Meanwhile, Long Chengyu was lowering his eyelids and putting away the medicines on the counter.
After a long hesitation, and once she was almost done tidying up, Shu Yimo spoke softly, "How did you get hurt so badly? It seems to me that you shouldn't be the type that needs to be on the front lines..."
As Shu Yimo's voice faded, the man's movements didn't stop. He put the items away into a drawer nearby, and his deep voice came through, "Who should be on the front lines?"
"I... I see on TV all the time, they report that your missions are very dangerous, and you are..."
"That's all serious nonsense, idealized scenarios. How could you be aware of anything involving secrets?"
