In the mountains, there are not only muddy swamps but also streams. The water is clean and cool, flowing gently.
Yun Qian sat by the stream, and Xu Chang'an crouched beside her, carefully washing her wound.
Xu Chang'an gazed at her cut foot, his heart full of pity. It's that spontaneous emotion everyone feels when they see perfection marred.
With Xu Chang'an's movements, the blood and dirt gradually washed away into the stream and disappeared.
Xu Chang'an asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts," Yun Qian frowned.
Xu Chang'an tore off a piece of his shirt and said, "I'll treat it a bit, bear with it."
Yun Qian softly responded.
Xu Chang'an's movements were not gentle. After simply bandaging Yun Qian's foot, he turned his head and accidentally touched Yun Qian's cheek, only to find her meticulously observing him.
The touch was cool.
"Miss?" Xu Chang'an was puzzled.
"Once we leave the island, you will no longer be my steward." Yun Qian squinted her eyes.
