The handkerchief was of a woman's style, a light blue one embroidered with hibiscus branches. Women's personal handkerchiefs often carry the scent of fragrant powders or are perfumed, yet this one merely had a faint herbal aroma, identical to the austere medicinal fragrance on Lu Tong.
Pei Yunmeng grasped the handkerchief and wiped the wound on his shoulder with the back of his hand.
The bloodstains were wiped off bit by bit, revealing the fierce wound. Lu Tong could see it clearly: the arrow wound stretched diagonally upwards—he must have been struck in the back.
After cleaning his wound, Pei Yunmeng set down the handkerchief and picked up the medicine bottle to sprinkle the powder on his shoulder. With one hand less convenient to use, half the powder fell on the wound and the rest on the floor.
Leaning against the table's edge, Lu Tong watched his actions with a cold eye before suddenly speaking up, "Wasteful extravagance."
Pei Yunmeng: "..."
