"Use this." Qu Tong handed over a box of hemostatic powder bought from the military hospital.
Si Yuting glanced at the label on the medicine box, took it, and sprinkled it on the wound, which finally stopped the bleeding.
Si Yuting frowned in confusion, a flash of an image crossing his mind, but his hands did not stop wrapping the bandage around Qu Tong.
With her head down, Qu Tong could see the dignified Prince Yuting seriously dressing her wound; his normally sharp and cold features now inexplicably softened, giving her the feeling of a deity descending to the mortal realm, within reach.
Si Yuting's profile was exceptionally lethal.
The leg experienced Si Yuting's touch, slightly rough yet gentle, making Qu Tong's heart beat to the rhythm of Si Yuting's.
It was only when Si Yuting said, "It's done," that Qu Tong came back to her senses.
Reflecting on her recent daze, Qu Tong thought casually...
It probably wasn't such a bad thing.
