Miss Truth

Ran Yan supported him to sit on the couch, saw plain cloth on the low table, along with some wound medicine, all the items neatly arranged, and then reached out to undo his clothing.

Su Fu watched as his clothes were quickly stripped off by a wife, his eternally icy expression becoming even stiffer, pursing his lips, his gaze falling on Ran Yan’s face, seeing her with a grave and earnest expression, his tense muscles gradually relaxed somewhat.

Ran Yan deftly cleaned the blood around the wound, sprinkled on some hemostatic powder, and looking up she said, "This wound is too deep, it needs to be stitched up, do you have a needle?"

"It’s in the medicine box," Su Fu gave a slight nod of his chin.

Following his gesture, Ran Yan looked at the unassuming wooden box by the table. Opening the box, she saw it was filled with bottles and jars of varying sizes, the most abundant being those small celadon porcelain bottles.

There were no lights on in the room, only moonlight shining through the gaps in the window. Ran Yan finally found what she wanted but lacked the ability to thread a needle without seeing, so she stood and opened the window, allowing the watery moonlight to pour inside, slightly improving visibility.

Struggling to thread the needle in the moonlight, and failing after a long while, she reluctantly said, "Do you have a light?"

Su Fu silently took the needle and thread from her hand, easily threading it, then asked, "How long do you need?"