Before he passed out, he murmured, "Sew it better."
Su Man was speechless.
Better? Do I have to embroider a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water for you?
After Suman sutured and bandaged his wound, she noticed the unusual blush on his face.
No wonder he looks so stupid and foolish. He must have a fever if he was injured so badly.
Su Man mixed the remaining medicine with water and fed him to drink.
The conditions were too harsh, and whether he could survive depended entirely on fate.
Afraid that he would burn his brain, Su Man went back and forth to help him change the scarf on his forehead, and almost stayed awake all night.
It was not until dawn that his forehead finally felt less hot.
Su Man breathed a sigh of relief. She was tired and sleepy, and fell unconscious at the head of the bed.
...
As the morning light began to grow, the assassin opened his eyes.
He reached out and touched the cold towel on his forehead and held it in his hand.
Just as I was about to stand up, I felt pain from the wound on my waist.
But he sat up without even frowning. This kind of pain was like commonplace to him.
If his old injury hadn't recurred last night, he wouldn't have ended up in this situation.
However, even though he was in a coma, he could feel that someone was taking care of him.
Is it her?
His eyes fell on the person lying on the head of the bed. She looked very tired. Even in such an uncomfortable position, she was sleeping soundly.
He pushed aside her hair that was blocking her face, and her picturesque sleeping face made him stunned for a moment.
Su Man was woken up. She rubbed her sore eyes and raised her head.
"you..."
The assassin pointed at her with a look of shock on his face.
Su Man froze in her tracks as she rubbed her eyes. Oh no, how could she have forgotten that he was here to seek revenge!
Just as she quietly turned on her toes, intending to dash away before the assassin could strike, the assassin spoke slowly, "You're so ugly."
Su Man pointed at herself tentatively, "Is this how you feel when you see me?"
The assassin looked disgusted. "What else? What's that on your face? It's so disgusting, like a red thread that has become a spirit."
Su Man ignored the contempt in the assassin's tone and felt strange.
What's going on? Didn't he say last time that he came to seek revenge on Linlang? Why didn't he react at all when he saw her?
Could it be that the fever last night made my head confused?
Su Man stretched out her index finger and asked, "Look, what number is this?"
assassin:"......"
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