Su Luo's action faltered, and her breathing quickened slightly.
Memories of the injuries she had sustained in the Cold Palace in her past life flooded her mind, and her fingers could not help but tremble, spilling the medicinal powder onto the ground.
It took her a while before she opened her mouth to reply slowly, "My father and brother often got injured, and I would sometimes have to help them treat their wounds!"
"Oh," the man replied lightly, whether believing her or not.
The cave was silent for a moment, filled only with the sounds of their uneven breathing.
Even though the cave was chilly, Su Luo still broke out in a sweat after applying the medicine.
She wiped her sweat with her sleeve and rubbed her hands vigorously over her inner shirt, whispering, "My Lord, should the wound be bandaged?"
But there was no clean cloth here.
