Xue Zhiyi was speechless. She knew she was a terrible person and couldn't help but apologize to Huo Wuyou a million times in her heart: I'm sorry, Huo Wuyou, but I'm determined to cut off your peach blossom...
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On the way back to Xue Mansion, Fu Rongxin's carriage was hit by someone for some reason, and he fell off his horse. Although he only had some scratches, it looked terrible, with a large bruise on his cheekbone.
Fu Rongxin is delicate and tender, and this injury is enough for her to bear.
When Fu Ling learned about this, she was so scared that she hugged Fu Rongxin and cried for a while, and she didn't even pretend to visit Xue Zhiyi.
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Jiangxuexuan.
Instead, it was Xue Runing who came to see Xue Zhiyi after learning that she was injured.
Seeing that Xue Zhiyi was changing the dressing on the wound on her hand, he blew gently on the wound and changed the dressing for her.
Xue Runing frowned: "Does it hurt, Third Sister?"
"A little bit," she said.
Xue Runing applied the medicine gently and suddenly cried out, "Third sister's wound is full of broken glass shards."
Xue Zhiyi sighed: "The imperial physician said that these fragments are too fine to be removed, but it's not a big deal. It will be fine after the wound heals."
Facing the candlelight, Xue Runing looked carefully: "Third sister's wound looks like a flower."
"Really?" Xue Zhiyi became interested and looked at it carefully.
The wound was shining with a blue light. After the glass broke, it shattered in her palm, and it really looked like a flower, but it was not complete.
"Half a flower, I guess," she said.
From time to time, she thought of the hand that she had held with Huo Wuyou at that time.
The other half is probably in Huo Wuyou's hands.
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