Ou Lan was so well-behaved it was uncharacteristic of her, quietly nestled in Zhan Moxiao's embrace, not even glancing at others; whatever Zhan Moxiao said, she obediently nodded her head.
Zhan Moxiao was very pleased with her attitude, he carefully treated her wound, and then dressed it, his serious demeanor making Qin Qingnan and Xie Shichen couldn't help but smack their lips. How big was the wound, anyway? Barely a few drops of blood, did he have to wrap it up as if it were a rice dumpling?
Li Dan just raised his eyebrows, calmly standing by the side, ahem, he was used to it by now.
After the bandaging was done, Zhan Moxiao subconsciously looked at the girl in his arms; sure enough, as he had expected, the girl's large eyes were filled with anticipation. She said, "That... the ring is lost."
