After finally finishing the bandaging, Su Qiqi put away the Medicine Box, reminding him, "Be careful and get some good rest tonight."
Su Qiqi stored the Medicine Box in the bookcase, and as she turned around, she saw Jin Muchen, his head hanging low. He seemed shrouded in a layer of gloom. Worried, she moved closer to him, "Jin Muchen, what's wrong?"
Jin Muchen's fists were clenched tightly on his lap, hiding his discomfort while dark thoughts surged in his mind.
"Leave."
Su Qiqi was taken aback. Kneeling on one knee, she looked at his face, which was covered in sweat. The way he had spoken was almost biting, "What's wrong? Jin Muchen."
Suddenly, Jin Muchen stood up. His gaze was unfocused, and he felt dizzy, everything around him appeared blurry.
His footsteps wavered. Su Qiqi quickly stood up to support him, but he dodged her before she could touch him, "Leave."
"Hmm? Jin Muchen?"
Su Qiqi didn't want to leave seeing his miserable state.
