After bandaging the wound, Chiang Xiao took two steps back and met Meng Xinian's gaze.
"Little, are you really only thirteen years old?" he asked, looking at her, his voice deep.
In the face of the wound, she was not only calm, but her bandaging technique was also quite skilled; she didn't seem at all like a little village girl who couldn't do anything from a mountain village.
Especially her eyes at that moment, they were too calm and clear, as if she had everything except childishness and innocence.
Chiang Xiao was somewhat helpless too.
After a lifetime of hardship, facing a tragic end, she couldn't act as innocent as a child now. She hadn't done much to disguise herself, so it was normal for Meng Xinian to be suspicious.
But no matter how much he doubted, she was still Chiang Xiao.
So Chiang Xiao wasn't afraid of him sensing that something was off about her.
"How old do I look to you?" She couldn't help but reveal a smile.
Meng Xinian shook his head.
He didn't know.
