It was then that she noticed a patch of flesh-colored gauze stuck to his forehead near his hairline, about the size of two fingernails.
Just yesterday when she saw him, there was no injury on his head. It was clearly a new wound.
"Young master, Mr. Lu had instructed that you should rest more and..."
"Nosey!" Gu Xuanye gave Song Fei a cold glance and interrupted him. He bent down and continued to hold the woman on the bed.
"Let's wait a bit before we go," Mo Qiansu suddenly spoke.
"What's the matter, aren't you in a hurry to see Murong Qiong?"
Mo Qiansu nodded her chin in the direction of the table. "You should eat something first."
Although she was anxious inside, since her mother was no longer in mortal danger, there was no need to rush. Instead, she was more concerned about him...
"..." Gu Xuanye's dark eyes suddenly lit up, and he smiled, "Are you concerned about me?"
