Qiao Xu picked up the iodine and disinfected his wound. The injury was even more severe than hers, the flesh cut open by the tree branch was so deep that she could even see the bone.
"This wound can't be bandaged directly, it needs stitches."
"Okay."
Bai Yu watched Qiao Xu intently, responding softly.
With a gentle and calm smile in his eyes, it seemed as if he would be forgiving no matter what Qiao Xu did.
This scene made Lu Moqing even more uncomfortable.
Looking at Qiao Xu, seeing her frowning and focusing on Bai Yu's wound, even a normal expression in Lu Moqing's eyes was interpreted as worry and anxiety.
The more Lu Moqing saw, the colder and sharper his gaze became.
His jawline became more tense, and unlike usual, he didn't immediately admit his mistake, but rather kept a straight face and didn't offer any help.
He just watched coldly as Qiao Xu took a needle from the medicine box and skillfully stitched Bai Yu's wound.
