In the Sixth Prince's residence, Mu Anxiang woke up quietly at night.

Many candles in the room had been extinguished, making the room rather dim.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw a figure crawling beside the bed.

"Lanxi?"

He called her name softly.

Hearing the noise, Lanxi suddenly opened her eyes, then sat up straight and stared wide-eyed at the person on the bed who had woken up at some point.

Her eyes reddened: "Mu Anxiang! You're finally awake."

The heavy nasal tone indicated that he had been crying.

Mu Anxiang felt as if he were being pricked with needles all over his body; there wasn't a single spot that didn't hurt.

He tried to raise his hand to wipe away the still-wet tears on Lanxi's face, but he was too weak to even lift his hand.

Lanxi reached out and grasped his large hand first: "What's wrong? Do you want some water? Or are you hungry?"

Mu Anxiang was quite unaccustomed to Lan Xi's obedient demeanor; she had never been so polite to him before.

"I'm not hungry, but I'm a little thirsty."

Lanxiu quickly brought over a cup of tea: "Be careful, it's hot."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and blew on the tea in her cup.

Mu Anxiang was truly incredulous at the sight.

"It's rare for you to be so kind to me."

After taking a few sips, Mu Anxiang put the cup aside.

Lanxi stared at him with wide eyes: "Are you really alright? Is there anything else that's bothering you? Should we call a doctor?"

Mu Anxiang frowned slightly: "It hurts a lot."

Lanxi asked, "Where is it? I've already applied the pain-relieving powder, is it still very painful?"

Mu Anxiang nodded.

Lanxi rubbed her head, then suddenly had an idea: "When I was little, my mom would sing me nursery rhymes when I fell and hurt myself. How about I sing you a few lines?"

Mu Anxiang immediately became interested: "Okay."

Lanxi swallowed, feeling somewhat nervous.

"Don't laugh at me if I don't sing well."

Mu Anxiang smiled and said, "Okay."

A silvery voice quietly rang out in the tranquil room, the innocent and childlike tone brushing against the ear like cotton wool.

Mu Anxiang had never known that this little girl could sing so well; he had even spent money to go out and listen to her sing before.

a long time.

Lanxi had already sung all the nursery rhymes she knew, and her throat was a little sore.

She picked up the cup of tea that Mu Anxiang had drunk from earlier and drank it all in one gulp. Then, tilting her head, she asked with utmost seriousness, "Does it still hurt?"

Looking at Lanxi's serene smiling face in the candlelight, Mu Anxiang felt as if his heart was suddenly filled.

He struggled to lift his head, gently ruffled her messy hair, and said with an incredibly doting smile, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Lanxi raised an eyebrow: "It doesn't hurt? But you're bleeding!"

Mu Anxiang was slightly taken aback. He looked down and realized that the simple act of raising his hand had torn the wound open, and he had to re-bandage it.

"Don't move, don't move. I'll go find some hemostatic powder to re-bandage you."

With that, Lanxi rushed out.

Mu Anxiang watched her departing figure and sighed heavily.

He regretted it so much, he really regretted it, for not discovering Lanxi's goodness sooner.

"Lie down, I'll apply the medicine for you."

Lanxi walked in carrying a medicine box and said.

Mu Anxiang was genuinely surprised to see her reciting the movements so familiarly: "I didn't expect you to know these things."

Lanxi was quite proud: "I learned this today. After all, I spend the most time with you. If I learn these things, I can help you apply the medicine. I can't expect the doctor to take care of you every single day."

Mu Anxiang lay on the bed, his smile growing wider.