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Xin'er felt a surge of anxiety as she noticed that Xiao Huan had not returned yet. The thick smell of blood in the air weighed heavily on her, and her gaze fell upon the man's wound where a dagger was embedded.
The man was dressed in black, and with the darkness settling in, she couldn't tell if blood was still flowing from his injury.
If that were the case, she needed to find a way to stop the bleeding; otherwise, he would surely bleed to death.
As this thought crossed her mind, Xin'er suddenly seemed to remember something, her eyes brightening.
Earlier that day, she and Xiao Huan had passed by a pharmacy where Xiao Huan had bought some hemostatic powder for a young servant in their household!
With this realization, Xin'er quickly turned around, heading towards the pile of items they had purchased earlier.
In her haste to urge Xiao Huan to return and save the man, Xiao Huan had naturally set down what she was carrying to run faster.
Now, Xin'er rummaged through the large pile for a while until she finally unearthed a bottle of powder from the bottom.
Seeing this, Xin'er felt a rush of joy.
"Yes! Finally found it!"
With that exclamation, she immediately turned back and rushed to the man's side.
Noticing that he still lay with his eyes tightly shut and showed no signs of waking up, Xin'er's gaze quickly shifted to his chest where he was injured.
At this moment, unlike any other, Xin'er refused to let fear and anxiety take hold of her. She cast aside the thoughts of propriety between men and women because saving a life was far more important.
With that in mind, Xin'er reached out her small hand toward the man's chest, intending to tear open his shirt at the site of his injury so she could apply the hemostatic powder.
But heaven knew how nervous Xin'er was at that moment.
After all, facing an injured stranger filled her with dread, and her trembling hands reflected that fear.
Yet, Xin'er kept encouraging herself in her heart.
"Don't be afraid. Stay calm, stay calm!"
After forcing herself to steady her nerves, Xin'er took a deep breath and boldly moved her hands to the man's injury.
When she felt the warmth at her fingertips, slightly damp and unmistakably blood, a shiver ran through her. For a moment, she nearly faltered.
After all, how many times had her hands ever come into contact with so much blood?
However, despite her fear and anxiety, Xin'er gritted her teeth and pressed on.
Summoning all her strength, she tore open the fabric covering the man's wound. Upon seeing the injury beneath, Xin'er couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Although she had known moments ago that the man was severely injured, now as she tore open his shirt and looked closely at his chest, Xin'er felt a wave of terror wash over her, accompanied by a churning in her stomach.
There, a dagger was deeply embedded just above the man's chest, and around the wound, dark red blood surged forth, staining the area around his chest.
She could faintly see the flesh around the wound beginning to protrude…
Seeing this made Xin'er’s stomach churn even more, and she nearly vomited.
However, she gritted her teeth and forced herself to endure it.
Taking several deep breaths to suppress the urge to retch, she reached for some hemostatic powder nearby, intending to sprinkle it on the man's wound.
Just then, Xin'er felt a tightening in her wrist, followed by a bone-deep pain that rapidly spread throughout her body, as if her wrist were about to shatter.
The sharp sting made Xin'er gasp in pain.
"Ah, it hurts!"
As her cry of pain echoed in the air, a hoarse and low voice filled with chilling malice suddenly rang out—
"Who are you?!"
Hearing those cold words devoid of warmth, Xin'er bit back the pain in her wrist and raised her pained eyes to look over.
When the man, who had previously been unconscious, suddenly opened his eyes and stared directly at her, she was taken aback for a moment before quickly speaking up.
"You... you're awake!?"
"Who are you!?"
In response to Xin'er’s words, the man merely coldly repeated his earlier question.
His tone was sharp, and the look he directed at Xin'er was filled with intense wariness and hostility.
Feeling the man's unfriendly gaze and cold demeanor made Xin'er shiver involuntarily.
Realizing that the man was on guard against her, she immediately spoke again.
"Sir, please don’t worry. I’m not a bad person. I was passing by with my maid when I heard something unusual here. I came in to take a look and found you lying on the ground, seriously injured. I sent my maid to find help. Right now, I just want to apply some hemostatic powder to your wound. After all, it’s still bleeding, and if it doesn’t stop soon, you could lose too much blood."
Xin'er gritted her teeth against the pain in her wrist as she spoke truthfully.
At that moment, due to the sharp pain in her wrist, a thin layer of cold sweat began to form on her forehead.
The man listened to Xin'er’s words, his sharp gaze scrutinizing her closely as if trying to discern the truth behind what she said.
His level of suspicion was extremely high!
As the man scrutinized Xin'er, her gaze met his probing eyes.
At that moment, she finally got a clear look at his appearance.
His brows were sharp like a knife, his eyes deep and cold, his nose perfectly sculpted, and his thin lips were chillingly pale.
Coupled with the icy aura he exuded, it made him seem intimidating and unapproachable.
Especially now, as he looked at her with such intense scrutiny, his gaze sharp enough to pierce through her very being.
That piercing look made Xin'er feel as if she were being watched by a bloodthirsty beast. In an instant, her scalp tingled, and fear gripped her heart.
However, just as she was consumed by fear, the man suddenly spoke.
"Apply the medicine."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xin'er felt the strong grip on her wrist loosen.
Even so, pain still throbbed intensely in her wrist.
After gently shaking her hand to ease the pain, she picked up the medicine bottle again and lightly sprinkled the powder onto his wound.
It was clear that the powder had a stinging effect because when it touched his injury, Xin'er could distinctly feel the muscles in his chest tense up, accompanied by a soft groan.
Although the muffled sound was very faint, it was particularly clear in this quiet moment.
Knowing that the man was in pain, Xin'er became even gentler in her actions.
After applying the medicinal powder to his chest, Xin'er opened her mouth to ask, "Um, sir, do you have any other injuries?"
"This powder may be a bit irritating, but it's very effective for stopping bleeding!"
Upon hearing Xin'er's words, the man, who had been tightly closing his eyes and biting his lip to endure the pain, slightly opened his eyes and turned to look at Xin'er beside him.
When he saw the hint of worry in her eyes, his handsome face froze for a moment. Then, his indifferent and cool Deep Black Eyes flickered with a complex light.
However, this complex glimmer was fleeting, too quick for anyone to catch.
Thus, Xin'er naturally did not see it.
At this moment, Xin'er was intently gazing at the man, continuing to ask him questions.
Seeing this, the man pressed his lips together tightly for a moment before finally responding.
"No."
The words were simple and straightforward, but his tone was noticeably softer than before.
Xin'er, upon hearing this, carefully put away the medicine bottle in her hand.
During this time, she did not ask who the man was or how he had been injured.
After all, her only intention now was to save him. Who he was did not concern her, nor did she need to know.
At this moment, the sky had completely darkened.
The heavens were pitch black, and a bright moon hung high above, surrounded by countless stars that dotted the dark expanse, adding to the night’s allure and mystery.
A gentle evening breeze swayed the branches, creating a rustling sound as shadows danced among the trees. Night had just fallen, and in the distance, the city lights began to twinkle.
The moonlight was hazy and softly illuminated the surroundings, making everything feel so quiet and peaceful.
The man lying on the ground remained motionless, yet his deep black eyes never left the face of the woman beside him.
He observed her petite and delicate figure.
From her attire, she appeared to be a young lady from a noble family.
However, her clothing was simple and elegant. Her long black hair was casually tied up in a simple bun, adorned only with a delicate white magnolia hairpin—nothing more.
Her pure white silk skirt lacked any extravagant decorations but was tailored perfectly to showcase her petite yet curvaceous figure.
There was a small face, no bigger than a palm, with features as exquisite as if they had been meticulously carved from fine jade.
Her dark eyebrows, upturned nose, and small mouth all exuded delicacy.
Especially those large, watery eyes.
The eyes were distinct in black and white, pure as water, and under the bright moonlight, they radiated a clear beauty that was truly captivating!
Seeing this, the man's deep black eyes flickered slightly.
In truth, Xin'er had always been aware of the man's gaze upon her.
Although he lay on the ground, his entire face shrouded in darkness, those eyes seemed sharp and fiery, like a wolf's in the night.
Being watched like this made Xin'er feel somewhat uneasy.
Moreover, the silence between them only heightened the strange atmosphere around them.
To break this quiet moment, Xin'er seemed to recall something and spoke up.
"Um, my maid will be back with someone soon. Please wait a moment."
"Mm."
The man responded lightly to Xin'er but did not elaborate further.
Hearing this, Xin'er seemed to recall something and asked, "Are you thirsty? I have some water with me!"
After all, the weather was starting to warm up, and it was inevitable to feel thirsty when out and about.
Leng Yixuan had known this and had specially commissioned a beautifully crafted water bottle for her—small yet capable of holding water, quite exquisite.
At this moment, seeing the man had lost a lot of blood, Xin'er wondered if he might be thirsty, so she asked.
Upon hearing her question, the man did not respond casually this time; instead, he spoke softly, "Yes."
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