In Aunt Qin's room.
Ouch—it hurts!
Bai Xiaoruo wished she had a hand to immediately cover her wound and stop applying ointment; it really hurt so much.
Aunt Qin felt both distressed and helpless, and she softened her grip on the cotton ball as she applied the ointment. "Young Madam, you are the mistress of this house, so why are you afraid of that woman outside? You've suffered so much and endured it all this time, without telling the young master anything."
Bai Xiaoruo just smiled bitterly, "What good would it do to tell him... I'm used to it, this little injury is nothing."
I remember once when we were having a barbecue in the yard when we were little, Bai Xiaofu insisted on using charcoal to grill the food. At that time, 8-year-old Bai Xiaoru was busy picking up charcoal, but Bai Xiaofu suddenly did something naughty. Taking advantage of Bai Minglei and Song Meiyan's absence, she used a toy shovel to scoop up several pieces of red-hot charcoal and poured them directly onto Bai Xiaoru's hair. This not only ruined her beautiful long black hair, but also burned a large patch on her back.
However, Bai Minglei didn't scold Bai Xiaofu much afterwards. He just told the sisters to get along well and stop fooling around. Fortunately, she grew up without any scars. However, her beautiful long hair was cut off and she became bald. During that time, Bai Xiaoruo often had to wear a wig and hat to school. When Bai Xiaofu saw this, she would often snatch her hat away and laugh at her bald head with everyone else.
From then on, Bai Xiaoruo became even more insecure. Unless she was performing at her best and doing what she was best at, she would rather stay away from people.
"A minor injury? If that woman had hit harder, you could have almost seen the bone. And you won't let me call Dr. Wang. Will just applying some ointment be enough? What if it leaves a scar? That would be awful."
"Aunt Qin, I'm really fine. Please help me apply the medicine quickly. He finally came back, and I wanted to cook some seafood soup for him." Fortunately, the semi-finals were over, and the finals wouldn't be until half a month later. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to lift a paintbrush to paint with her right arm right now.
"Why bother making seafood soup? Your right hand is injured. If you don't rest properly, it will cause problems later." Aunt Qin muttered, speeding up the process of applying ointment to Bai Xiaoruo, and then bandaging her wound after applying the medicine.
After finishing dinner, Hsien Ming-yu prepared to go home.
I have a lot of documents to review tonight, and I didn't plan to stay here for too long anyway.
I glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already 6:30.
It's really strange. Every time I come here, Bai Xiaoruo seems to be deliberately avoiding me. I've never seen her before.
The access control was mentioned just a few days ago, and that little girl has already forgotten?
Hmph! Where does she place the Xian family, and him as her husband, in all this?!
"Uncle Bi".
"Yes, young master. What are your orders?"
"When I get back, I'll lock the door. As for Bai Xiaoruo, we don't need to worry about her anymore. Whether she comes back tonight or not, without my permission, no one is allowed to open the door for her, no matter how loudly she screams outside."
"This..." Old Bi looked bewildered. The young mistress had been at home all along. Didn't the young master know that?
Just then, Bai Xiaoruo and Aunt Qin came out of the room together. Hearing Xuan Mingyu's words, she quickly stepped forward to explain to him, "Young Master, you misunderstood the young mistress. The young mistress came back very early. She was just feeling unwell, so she went back to her room to rest early. The young mistress has been listening to what you said."
"Are you feeling unwell?" Xuan Mingyu subconsciously glanced up at the second floor. Was she really that delicate? Wasn't she having a great time with her classmates just a few days ago?
"Let her be." Xuan Mingyu didn't think about it anymore. He didn't have time to care about her life or death. He got up from the table and prepared to leave.
As he passed Bai Xiaoruo, he paused. For some reason, every time he saw this maid, he felt a sense of déjà vu, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her before. She just looked very familiar, especially her big eyes behind those thick black-rimmed glasses. The more he looked, the more familiar she seemed. "What's your name?"
Being suddenly called out, Bai Xiaoruo was flattered and overwhelmed. "Replying to Young Master, I... I am called Xiaocao." She made up a name on the spot, hoping to get away with it.
"Little Grass? What a strange name." Xuan Mingyu read it once, but didn't pay much attention and continued walking forward.
"Young Master! Please wait a moment!" Just before Xuan Mingyu was about to step out the door, Bai Xiaoruo quickly called out to him.
"What's up?"
Xuan Mingyu stopped and turned to look at her.
Bai Xiaoruo suddenly went upstairs, and two minutes later she came running downstairs panting, still clutching something tightly in her hand.
When she reached Xian Mingyu, she took his hand for the first time and placed the sachet she had been clutching tightly in her right hand into his.
Her soft little hand gently touched his warm big hand.
What is this?
A small, dark blue, pouch-like object, about the size of his palm, with faint golden patterns embroidered on its surface. It was bulging inside, and it was unclear what it contained, but besides soft cotton, there seemed to be some hard stuff added inside.
“Young Master, I know you work very hard and are tired every day. This sachet is something my mother taught me to make when I was a child. I added a lot of dried flowers and spices that help calm the nerves. You can put it by your pillow when you sleep at night to help you sleep. Although it is not as exquisite as those sold outside, I still hope that you will accept it.”
Does it help with sleep?
How did she know she often had trouble sleeping?
Holding the sachet in his hand, Xian Mingyu felt somewhat depressed. If he, a grown man, were to use such a petty thing to help him sleep, wouldn't people laugh at him to death if they found out?
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