"I'm sorry. I'm so clumsy. I must have hurt you...." Mu Xiangwan sighed as she nestled next to him, feeling rather frustrated. She realized how useless she was, even failing to execute a simple action properly.
From being a carefree heiress used to a lavish lifestyle to the heavy hardships she bore now, she had shown extraordinary courage and resilience.
For many other girls, they'd be overwhelmed in despair and reduced to tears under such circumstances. But she, on the other hand, was able to compose herself and manage to dress his wounds. That was a significant improvement on her part.
Su Chaoyang noticed her dispirited expression. Afraid she would become too self-reproachful, he lifted his arm and comforted her, saying, "You didn't hurt me. Don't overthink. You did well."
"..."
Su Chaoyang took a break and then turned to her, "Come, let me apply the medicine for you."
"I don't want...." She responded in a small voice, not daring to meet his gaze.
