After conducting an emergency check on her, apart from the wound on her leg, she also sustained some minor internal injuries due to the fall.
On both sides of her snow-white chin, there were two glaring bruises, likely caused by his earlier grip.
Xiao Chen pressed his lips together, quickly taking out medicines and bandages from his bag. Using a dagger, he cut open her pant leg, sprinkled hemostatic and antiseptic medicine on the wound, and bandaged it up, finally breathing a sigh of relief.
Her internal injuries couldn't be treated here; he could only find a way to get out as soon as possible.
His fingertips brushed over the bruises on both sides of her chin, and in her unconscious state, Lan Yue seemed to feel some pain, furrowing her brows slightly, prompting Xiao Chen to ease his touch.
The tomb chamber was eerily quiet, as though they were the only two left in the world.
Holding the soft and fragile body in his arms, Xiao Chen's deep eyes flickered with complexity.
