"Senior, why are you here?"
Ning Mufan's skin was ashen, and he looked haggard. When he heard Tang Qiu's voice, he thought it was an illusion… until he looked up and saw her walking towards him, illuminated by the light, a bright smile on her face.
"Qiu…" Ning Mufan was about to ask her why she was here, but he saw blood on her sleeve and quickly walked up to her. "You're injured. I'll take you to treat your wound."
Tang Qiu looked down at the wound on her arm. It had already scabbed over, but when she raised her arm, it still hurt a little. She turned to say goodbye to Duan Qingman, who smiled and said, "Her husband is really young and handsome…"
"He's not…" Tang Qiu wanted to explain, but Duan Qingman had already turned around and left.
