Xiao Hen stayed inside the room for a full two quarter-hours before coming out.
Earlier, he had intentionally given Gu Jiao an excuse to leave. It wasn't that Gu Jiao truly wanted to look at the door couplets.
As expected, he went next door and Gu Jiao sat there motionless.
The way she sat there so quietly made one's heart ache.
Gu Jiao heard the sound of him pushing the door open and got up to look at him. Her tone was calm, but her eyes carried worry: "How is Jing Kong?"
Xiao Hen entered the room and placed the empty bottle of wound medicine on the table.
The answer was already clear.
With such a large bottle, their whole family couldn't use it up in a year, which showed how many injuries Jing Kong had on his body.
Gu Jiao silently pressed her forehead against his firm chest.
He raised his long, jade-like hand and gently rubbed her head.
Whenever she was down, he would always comfort her this way.
