After returning to the tavern, Xuemei helped Xiao Niqiu to a room in the back of the tavern.
"Come, you lie down first, and I'll go get a doctor for you." Xuemei carefully let Xiao Niqiu sit on the edge of the bed, but the injury on his back wasn't just from the fall, but also from the whip!
Thankfully, it was winter and he was wearing a thick padded jacket when the whip struck.
She was so concerned that she could have taken Xiao Niqiu to the doctor's directly, but instead insisted on helping him back first.
"Xuemei, I'm fine." As Xuemei was about to leave, Xiao Niqiu reached out and grabbed her hand.
This was the first time Xiao Niqiu touched Xuemei's hand, having only pulled on her wrist before. He felt her hand was small, soft, and warm.
So this was what holding a girl's hand felt like?
Xuemei, worried to death, didn't pay any attention to this and looked anxiously at Xiao Niqiu, "How can you be fine? You just stay here, don't move, I'll be right back."
