Qiu Tong could tell that Ye Luan was deliberately hiding something. She threw the cotton bud into the trash can and bandaged him.
"I heard them asking you to hand over something. Do you have something that others want?"
"Is that why those people are chasing after you? If that's the case, you can give it to me. I'll keep it safe for you for the time being."
"There are many of them. You are a child and it will be difficult to guard it. You might even be killed for it."
She tried to persuade him seriously, but Ye Luan became wary of her. His dark eyes were fixed on Qiu Tong, his lips pursed into a straight line.
"I don't have anything."
Sensing that Ye Luan was stiffening up again, Qiu Tong didn't press further. Instead, she started to pack up the first aid box.
