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Cold Charm Chen felt a flutter in his heart as he gazed at Xin'er, unknowingly infused with a tenderness he couldn't comprehend.
Xin'er, unaware of Cold Charm Chen's thoughts, simply saw the determined way he helped her stop her nosebleed and obediently lifted her head high.
After an unknown amount of time had passed, the man finally spoke.
"All done."
"Thank you."
Hearing Cold Charm Chen's words, Xin'er slowly lowered her face and then spoke to him.
The man merely responded with a soft "Mm," his red lips pressed tightly together, and he fell silent again.
At that moment, Xin'er's gaze fell on the man's forehead. She noticed that while the bleeding from his nose had stopped, blood was still trickling down from his forehead. Feeling a pang of concern, she pointed at his forehead and said, "Um, let me bandage your wound first!"
Upon hearing Xin'er's words, Cold Charm Chen suddenly remembered that he still had an injury on his forehead.
In truth, such a minor wound was nothing to him. After all, having been a killer for so many years, he had endured far more severe and life-threatening injuries. What was this little cut compared to that?
However, seeing the worry etched on the woman's face made Cold Charm Chen's stern expression soften slightly. He nodded and allowed a faint smile to grace his lips as he gently replied, "Alright."
At this moment, Cold Charm Chen casually sat down on a nearby straw pile.
Just then, Xin'er seemed to think of something. She picked up the bundle she had left on the ground earlier and rummaged through it, pulling out a Porcelain Bottle. Then, she took out a piece of clothing, intending to tear it for bandage use.
However, Xin'er lacked strength, and without scissors available, no matter how hard she tried, the fabric would not tear.
It was understandable; although she had left Cold Manor with only a few pieces of clothing and some silver, these garments were made from the finest materials and were not easily damaged.
Seeing this, Cold Charm Chen's deep black eyes flickered as he realized what Xin'er was trying to do. He reached out to stop her and spoke up.
"You don't need that."
"Huh?"
Upon hearing Cold Charm Chen's words, Xin'er paused for a moment, turning to look at him with a hint of confusion in her beautiful eyes.
Then, she watched as the man sitting on the ground swept aside his outer garment and forcefully tore a long, thin strip of fabric from his inner clothing with a sharp 'rip.'
Seeing this, Xin'er's eyes flickered slightly. She then set down the piece of clothing in her hands and picked up the Medicine Bottle to open it.
This Ointment was something she had brought from Cold Manor.
In the past, when she had sprained her ankle, using this ointment had healed her in less than a day; it was very effective.
Looking at the Medicine Bottle, Xin'er couldn't help but be taken aback. Memories flooded her mind of Xuan personally applying medicine to her wounds.
His tenderness and handsome face as he gently murmured to her...
As she thought of this, Xin'er felt a tightening in her heart, a sour sensation that surged like a tumultuous flood, constantly churning within her.
Her nose tinged with a slight ache, and her eyes quickly filled with a layer of moisture.
Her delicate and sorrowful expression was so pitifully endearing.
Cold Charm Chen, who stood nearby, couldn't help but flicker his gaze. However, he said nothing. Perhaps he understood that Xin'er was recalling something painful.
He was not good at expressing emotions and knew little about comforting others. Although he didn't understand why she would leave just before her wedding.
In the past, the happiness radiating from her face clearly indicated that she loved that man deeply, didn't it!?
Why did she ultimately choose to leave!?
Cold Charm Chen was unclear about the reasons behind it, but he had no intention of asking. Even if he did, this Young Lady probably wouldn't share her thoughts.
While Cold Charm Chen pondered these things, Xin'er felt the moisture in front of her and immediately lifted her head slightly. She took a deep breath to suppress the sadness within her.
After a long moment of gathering her thoughts, she slowly approached the man, opened the medicine bottle, and dipped her finger into the ointment before gently applying it to his wounds.
Although her strength was not great, the sharp stone had still managed to break his forehead.
Looking at the swollen wound and the glaring blood made Xin'er feel a bit frightened.
She glanced at the man's face; since the injury occurred, he still wore an expression devoid of emotion, as if it were not him who had suffered a blow to the head.
Could it be that he didn't feel any pain at all?!
Even just looking at her made him feel a sharp pain.
Xin'er thought to herself and couldn't help but ask, "Does it hurt? If it does, just say it."
Upon hearing Xin'er's words, Cold Charm Chen's stern face momentarily froze in surprise.
After all, the woman beside him spoke so gently, and her actions were so soft, like a delicate feather lightly brushing against his forehead. It felt slightly ticklish, almost as if a current was slowly transmitting from her fingertips, bringing with it a tingling sensation that made his heart feel as if it might melt away…
This feeling was unfamiliar yet heart-stirring.
Moreover, the woman's tenderness was so rare.
He realized that after all these years of living, he had never been treated with such gentleness by anyone.
Before meeting this woman, his world had been nothing but darkness, filled only with endless slaughter.
There was that time when he was on a mission and killed the Courier Agency's Boss. Unfortunately injured and exhausted, he collapsed in the thicket.
At that moment, he thought he would die there.
He felt that dying like this would be fine.
Because in this world, he had always been alone—isolated and cold, without family or friends. His hands were stained with the blood of countless people. What meaning did it have for someone like him to live in this world!?
He was tired; he didn't want to kill anymore.
But what could he do if he didn't kill?
So, at that moment, he was waiting for death to come. Unexpectedly, in his hazy state, he felt someone by his side. He thought it was the people from the Courier Agency coming after him, but when he opened his eyes, he saw a petite and adorable woman.
The woman was so innocent, giving off the impression of a harmless little bunny.
Although he only spent a short time with her, he realized that those fleeting moments were the most unforgettable, the most deeply etched in his memory, and the happiest times of his life.
Since that day he left, his mind and heart were filled with thoughts of her appearance, her every word and action.
This Young Lady was like a ray of warm sunlight slowly entering his dark heart.
At that moment, he was poisoned—poisoned by the tenderness of this Young Lady.
Yet, he willingly succumbed to it, and she became an obsession for him.
After quickly recovering from his injuries, he immediately set out to find the one woman who made him feel that there was warmth and hope in this world.
Her presence made him realize that living in this world wasn't just about darkness...
So every day, he would linger near Cold Manor, simply wanting to catch a glimpse of her.
Even if they didn't speak, just seeing her from afar brought him immense happiness.
Later on, when she suddenly disappeared, it left him frantic with worry.
Upon learning that an assassin was pursuing her, his heart sank with anxiety and unease.
Constantly worried and fearful, he wondered what kind of misfortune might befall the young lady, or if she could be killed...
Just thinking about it made his heart twist painfully.
God knows, throughout his life, whether he was on the brink of starvation or surrounded by deadly dangers, facing death itself, he had never felt fear.
He didn’t understand what it meant to be afraid.
After all, in his heart, he felt like a mere shell of a person in this world; death might even be a form of liberation for him.
But now, because of this Young Lady, he found himself afraid.
So, during these days, he had been tirelessly searching for her whereabouts. Yet, after more than half a month, there was still no sign of her.
He was anxious and worried that something unfortunate might have happened to her.
Therefore, when he saw her walk in just moments ago, he truly thought he was mistaken.
When he confirmed that the woman below was indeed the one he had been searching for all this time, he felt an overwhelming joy, as if a ray of light had pierced through his previously dark world.
The exhilaration and excitement were beyond words.
At that moment, gazing at her focused and serene face, her gentle actions made him feel as though his heart had come back to life.
He could only wish that time would freeze at this moment; even if it meant losing ten or twenty years of his life, it would be worth it...
With these thoughts in mind, Cold Charm Chen looked at Xin'er with a mix of excitement and complexity in his gaze.
Xin'er was applying Ointment to Cold Charm Chen when she finished speaking and noticed that the man was staring at her without blinking.
His gaze held a complex expression that made her feel somewhat uneasy.
She recalled how just moments ago, this man had been hiding in the beams of the house, secretly watching her change clothes. The thought of it made Xin'er feel both embarrassed and awkward.
Suddenly, a wave of heat surged from her heart to the top of her head, making her cheeks and ears burn as if they were on fire.
Even without looking in a mirror, Xin'er knew her face must be flushed.
In contrast to what Xin'er was feeling inside, her visible discomfort and blush were clearly reflected in the man's eyes.
As he observed the woman's increasingly rosy cheeks and the flickering light in her eyes, he could see her embarrassment, shyness, and frustration tightening his gaze on her.
Seeing these expressions on her face made Cold Charm Chen feel both amused and sympathetic...
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