Lu Qingchuan took her to the medical room. Meng Xi'er had stopped crying, she sat there, already calm, as if she hadn't been the one breaking down earlier.
Her condition was quite dismal. In addition to the wound at the corner of her mouth, there was swelling on her forehead. The nurse was disinfecting her arm. The fingernail marks looked horrifying. Some were so deep they almost bled. It was easy to imagine the hatred of the person who left those claw marks on her arm.
Meng Xi'er leaned against him, remaining silent as the disinfectant was applied, as if it didn't pain her at all. On the contrary, his heart ached unbearably. Gripping Meng Xi'er's hand, he held tightly, then released, his entire mood extremely unsettled.
The person he cherished so much, to be injured like this without his knowing it, broke Lu Qingchuan's heart.
"I'm alright now," Meng Xi'er seemed to feel his anxiousness and reassured him gently, "Qingchuan, I'm alright. Just stay with me."
