After tending to Meng Xi'er, Mo Sinian gently pushed the door open and exited the room. He was startled at the sight of the man still standing at the entrance, he hadn't expected him to be there still.
The man in front of him had become much thinner and stood coolly at the door. His gaze fell on the person inside the room, and he slowly withdrew his gaze when he saw Sinian come out.
Mo Sinian lowered his gaze, noticing a circle of blood on the ground. Startled, he whispered, "Your hand is bleeding!"
Lu Yebai looked down at his own left hand nonchalantly. He flicked his fingers, flinging off the blood before saying faintly, "It's okay."
This injury had happened by accident when he was helping Meng Xi'er in the sickroom before.
Mo Sinian looked at the handsome and chilly face in front of him, a trace of puzzlement flashing in his eyes. "Lu Yebai, why don't you tell her that you were the one who saved her at the cliff?" he asked.
