Su Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows and said, "Why didn't you come earlier or later? Why did you have to wait for Dahu and the others to fall asleep before coming over? Did I really think too much? Lord Wei?"
Wei Ting snorted coldly. "I was delayed by something."
Su Xiaoxiao crossed her arms. "Forget it. Since you've put in a lot of effort, I won't take off your cold front. Let me see your injuries."
Wei Ting extended his right hand.
Su Xiaoxiao opened the gauze.
The wound showed no signs of inflammation, but the addition of a hideous wound on this originally jade-like hand was not something to be happy about.
"Does it hurt?"
She asked.
"It doesn't hurt."
He said.
Su Xiaoxiao brought the medicine over and disinfected it with iodine before applying antibacterial ointment.
"I won't let you keep this scar."
"Doesn't matter."
Wei Ting did not care.
