“It wasn’t necessary originally.”

This incident itself wasn't a big deal. Originally, Qin Zhao just wanted Li Hongyu to come and apologize in person, but who knew that this bastard wouldn't show up earlier or later, but at such an unfortunate time...

Qin Zhao's gaze fixed on Jing Li for a moment, then shifted away as if nothing had happened.

It's time to teach a lesson.

The young boy was still leaning against the window, looking out. Qin Zhao frowned in displeasure, "Why are you so concerned about him?"

"I don't care about him." Jing Li took one last look out the window and said with some worry, "The flowers I just planted are still outside. Will he get angry and... pull them all out again?"

Qin Zhao: "..."

Love is caring for your own flowers.

Qin Zhao sat down beside the bed and patted the bed beside him: "Come and lie down with me for a while."

Jing Li: "But I'm not sleepy."

"But I'm sleepy." Qin Zhao looked up at him.

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Jing Li compromised and said, "Okay..."

He always felt that Qin Zhao had become more and more unreasonable recently.

But this makes it more popular than before.

The two lay down side by side on the bed. Qin Zhao turned over naturally and put his arms around Jing Li's waist.

Jing Li: “!”

"Don't move..." Qin Zhao's eyes were already closed gently, as if he was exhausted. His voice was very soft, revealing a strong sense of fatigue.

Jing Li looked up at the pale face and suddenly felt a little regretful.

Qin Zhao is not well yet, so he shouldn't be asked to help plant flowers.

Thinking of this, Jing Li relaxed his body and let Qin Zhao hold him in his arms.

The courtyard was silent in the afternoon, with only a gentle breeze, carrying the faint fragrance of bamboo leaves, blowing in through the half-open window. Jing Li could hear his heart beating too rapidly in his chest, and then gradually returning to calm.

Perhaps because the environment was too comfortable, Jing Li began to feel tired and yawned softly.

He buried his head in Qin Zhao's arms, found a comfortable position, and soon fell asleep.

The weather in summer changes suddenly. About an hour later, Jing Li was awakened by the sound of rapid rain.

He opened his eyes and saw Qin Zhao sitting up.

"It's raining..." Jing Li rubbed his eyes and sat up. Qin Zhao was looking out through the window.

There was still a figure standing in the rain.

Li Hongyu was less than twenty years old, with a strong build, about the same height as Qin Zhao. The bandage on his left arm was hanging around his neck, and he stood straight in the rain.

Jing Li was a little surprised: "He is still there?"

"He's a man of courage." Qin Zhao retracted his gaze and said calmly, "Let him in. I'll find him some clothes."

A moment later, Li Hongyu sat at the table wearing Qin Zhao's clothes, and Qin Zhao helped him re-apply medicine and bandage his arm.

"Hiss...be gentle!" Li Hongyu grimaced in pain.

"Bear with it." Qin Zhao's expression was indifferent. "I heard that you followed your father into the mountains to hunt when you were very young. Can't you bear this little pain?"

"Hunting isn't like breaking your hands..." Li Hongyu muttered. "It's strange, I've walked that road dozens or even hundreds of times and never fallen before. Why did I have to fall yesterday..."

Jing Li just came into the room carrying a bowl of medicine. When he heard what he said, he stopped.

Qin Zhao glanced at him and said calmly, "Those who do evil will eventually perish."

Li Hongyu asked: "What do you mean?"