"Ouch, that hurts!" After calming down, Xia Yinian belatedly felt a sharp pain on her forehead.
"You've injured your temple, it needed stitches. If you don't want the wound to tear, you'd better lie back down and stay still."
This voice was undoubtedly very pleasant to the ear, like the lowest string of a cello.
Once provoked, the echo lingered on.
Xia Yinian calmed down, but still didn't dare to lie back; instead, she just looked at them.
"Who are you people? Why am I here?"
"When the young master and I came back, we saw some people acting suspiciously, carrying a little girl. They didn't look like good people."
Tian Xing walked over, his face carrying more of a smile compared to the man by the bed.
"Your forehead was still bleeding at that time, and those people didn't care. The young master thought something was wrong, so he had me rescue you."
He smiled kindly, truly not looking like a bad person.
