Chapter 1612: Like A Sloth Reluctant To Be Separated From A Tree
The person dressed in purple was, in fact, Di Fuyi. He immediately held her slim wrist. Although he had been careful not to touch her wound, she still cried a little. It was clear from her brows that she was uncomfortable. In fact, sweat emerged from her forehead. "Pain...," she uttered a word.
He raised his hand to rub off the sweat from her forehead, and uttered gently, "It wonโt hurt anymore in a minute, good girl..." His voice was so gentle and hypnotizing.
For eight years she had been used to seeking protection and warmth by his side. Although she was able to separate herself from him in the day - being indifferent towards him - her habits betrayed her in her sleep. She was thinking of relying on him, especially when she was in pain.
Gu Xijiu moved closer to the light, letting her little face rest on his thighs, and uttered another sentence, "Fuyi, it hurts, it hurts..."
He felt as if his heart was inundated. Di Fuyi lifted his arms to hug her, but he suddenly suppressed the urge and sighed. He unwrapped a cloth on her wrist using his fingertips. A red line was emerging on her snow-colored wrist, which was startling.
He furrowed his brows slightly. She did not treat her wounds properly. She only applied recovery cream but did not squeeze out the toxic blood from her body. That was why she was in such a pain
Her wound only looked like it had almost recovered on the outside; however, the toxic from the blade had been trapped inside her body, causing trouble beneath her skin.