When Mu Hui woke up, it was already dark outside.
When she saw Fu Siye leaning against the bed and shaking her hand, she was so shocked that her jaw almost fell off.
Mu Hui hurriedly shook off Fu Siye's hand. She did not think that she moved much but she was already in so much pain. She turned to look at the wound on her shoulder and grimaced in pain.
Her body was really not resistant to pain at all.
She lowered her head and found that the wound on her shoulder had been properly bandaged. She could not help but feel a little surprised.
After living for so many years, Fu Siye seemed to be the first person to treat her injury.
After thinking, she raised her head and met Fu Siye's deep, ink-like eyes.
Fu Siye said lazily, "You're awake? Well then, get up and help me change the dressing for my wound."
He threw a roll of gauze at her face.
At the same time, Yuchi Yuan pushed the door open and came in with a bowl of porridge.
