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Seeing the man's insistence, Xin'er felt worried, but she also understood that he might not want anyone to know his whereabouts, which was why he refused to let her call a doctor.
Thus, Xin'er stopped pressing him and quickly set aside all her concerns to tend to his injuries.
After all, a life was at stake, and she could no longer hesitate.
However, since the man had injuries on his feet as well, and although they were located below his calves, it was clear that he had fallen from a height and had been hurt by stones and branches. The pants he wore were filthy and tattered, hardly better than what a beggar would wear.
At that moment, the area beneath him was damp, and lying on the bed like this could not be comfortable for him.
After thinking this through, Xin'er hesitated for a moment before stammering to the man.
"Um, you have many wounds on your legs. Can you take off your pants by yourself? Oh, there's a blanket here. If you take off your pants and cover yourself with the blanket, it will be better..."
Given the nature of the situation, Xin'er spoke awkwardly.
Her delicate little face immediately flushed with embarrassment, her eyes shimmering with shyness and awkwardness.
After all, he was a man.
If it weren't for this situation, she would never have said such things to him. Oh dear, how embarrassing.
In contrast to Xin'er's bashfulness, the man’s beautiful face showed surprise at her words. A faint blush quickly spread across his cheeks, adding some color to his previously pale complexion from blood loss.
However, he did not hesitate. Upon hearing Xin'er's words, his Phoenix Eyes flickered for a moment before he nodded in response.
Seeing this, Xin'er immediately turned around and walked over to the bathtub. She filled a copper basin with warm water and grabbed a clean towel.
When Xin'er returned to the bedside, the man had already removed his trousers, a thin blanket covering him in the middle, concealing his most important parts while exposing only his abdomen and lower legs.
Seeing this, Xin'er felt a flush of embarrassment on her pretty face. She quickly grabbed a towel, wrung it out with warm water, and began to clean the dirt and blood from his body.
After she had cleaned the wounds on his body, she picked up some bottles and jars nearby and applied the medicine to his injuries.
As the milky white powder sprinkled onto his wounds, the man's brows immediately knitted tightly together.
Although he had not uttered a single sound of pain throughout, Xin'er could tell from his furrowed brow and tightly pressed lips that he was enduring it with great difficulty.
A layer of fine sweat soon appeared on his pale face.
Seeing this, Xin'er realized he was in pain and without thinking, she spoke up.
"If it hurts, just cry out! I won’t laugh at you!"
After all, if it were her in such a serious condition, she would surely be crying out in agony.
Yet this man remained silent.
It occurred to her that he was probably only around seventeen or eighteen years old, not much older than herself!
Now, watching him endure the pain so stoically made Xin'er feel a bit sympathetic.
However, upon hearing Xin'er's words, the man still pressed his lips tightly together, his brows furrowing even more as he looked at her with a disapproving expression.
It seemed as if Xin'er’s words had thoroughly insulted him.
A cold snort escaped the man’s nose.
Although he was currently covered in injuries and looked disheveled, there was still an air of untamed defiance about him.
Seeing this, Xin'er chose not to speak further. Instead, she quickened her pace, applying medicine to all of his wounds and carefully bandaging them with gauze.
Once she finally finished these tasks, Xin'er turned to glance outside, only to realize that night had fallen without her noticing.
A wave of drowsiness washed over her, prompting Xin'er to cover her mouth and stifle a yawn.
Normally, at this hour, she would have already gone to bed.
After all, since arriving here, she had maintained a very regular routine of going to bed early and rising early.
Tonight, however, the sudden appearance of this man had disrupted her normal schedule, and given the severity of his injuries, he likely wouldn’t be able to leave even if he wanted to.
There was only one bed in the room, and the man was lying on it. Fortunately, there was still a Palace Couch in the room where she could rest for the night.
Thinking this, Xin'er yawned again as she tidied up the various bottles and jars.
She planned to finish cleaning up before heading over to rest.
However, when her gaze swept across the room, she was startled to see the man’s Phoenix Eyes slightly open, his gaze fixed directly on her.
Upon hearing this, Xin'er felt a sudden shock in her heart. She blinked her beautiful eyes in confusion and asked,
"What’s wrong?!"
"Why?"
In contrast to Xin'er's bewilderment, the man spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of weakness and hoarseness.
Upon hearing this, Xin'er was taken aback and asked, somewhat perplexed,
"What do you mean, why?!"
Seeing the confusion on the young girl's innocent face, the man pressed his lips together lightly before continuing,
"Why did you save me? With my injuries just now, you know I couldn't harm you. You could have easily escaped, couldn't you?"
Faced with his question, Xin'er paused for a moment. Her clear eyes quietly settled on the man's face before she replied,
"But your injuries are very serious. If I had run away, what would have happened to you? Besides, you saved me last time. This time, saving you is only right, isn't it?!"
Xin'er spoke softly, her voice light and melodious, like pearls dropping onto a jade plate—clear and enchanting.
The man felt a stir in his heart at her words. His striking phoenix eyes locked onto Xin'er's clear beautiful eyes.
Those eyes were truly stunning!
Like the clearest spring water, and like the gentle breeze of March, it slowly flowed into his heart, making him feel that even in the cold of December, there would be a hint of warmth.
Warmth!
How long had it been since he last felt this sensation?
Since the death of his mother, no one had truly cared for him anymore.
Although he lived in a magnificent palace, dressed in silk and satin, and feasted on delicacies that others could only dream of, enjoying a privilege that was unmatched.
To others, he was a figure of power and influence, able to summon wind and rain at will. However, what they did not know was that all he truly desired was genuine… concern from others!
Not those who spoke flattering words to him, who fawned over him but secretly stabbed him in the back.
Those insincere gestures of concern only made him feel disgusted.
Yet this girl before him made him feel warmth.
True warmth…
At this thought, the man's Phoenix Eyes flickered for a moment, but he merely pressed his lips together lightly, allowing his Phoenix Eyes to gently lower.
Seeing this, Xin'er assumed he was tired and spoke up.
"You must be tired too! Why don't you rest for a while? Don't worry; you'll be safe here. I won't reveal your whereabouts."
Knowing that the man did not want others to know he was here, Xin'er felt in her heart that he was not a bad person, even though she did not know where he came from.
So, she wanted to help him.
Besides, he had saved her last time, hadn't he!?
As Xin'er thought this, she intended to turn and leave. However, at that moment, her wrist suddenly tightened.
"Uh..."
Xin'er was taken aback and turned her head to look.
She saw the man reaching out with his large hand, firmly gripping her wrist.
Seeing this, Xin'er was momentarily stunned, a hint of surprise and confusion flashing in her eyes as she looked down at the man on the bed.
"What’s wrong?"
"Um, well..."
Faced with the girl's innocent and clear gaze, the man stammered for a moment, unable to find his words.
His handsome face grew increasingly flushed as he fumbled for an explanation.
Xin'er felt even more puzzled at this sight.
After all, even though she had not spent much time with the man before her, he gave off an air of wildness and defiance. Even in his most desperate moments, he carried himself with a sense of nobility and pride. How could she have ever seen him like this—hesitant, stammering, and at a loss for words?
With that thought in mind, Xin'er became curious. Her large, round eyes blinked a few times, filled with even more confusion.
Finally, facing the girl's inquisitive gaze, the man managed to voice what he wanted to say.
"Actually, I have a wound on my backside..."
"Uh..."
Upon hearing this, Xin'er felt as if she had turned to stone.
A wound on his backside!?
Heavens! Just kill her now!
...
After tending to the man's injury, Xin'er's face was flushed beyond belief, and the same went for the man.
Moreover, neither of them spoke a word; the room was eerily silent, as if even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
The atmosphere gradually became awkward.
After tying off the bandage with her hands, Xin'er cleared her throat lightly before finally speaking up.
"Cough, cough, well, I've finished bandaging you up. You can sleep now!"
Xin'er said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but the young man still heard her clearly.
He nodded lightly and immediately closed his eyes, turning his face away, as if feeling embarrassed and ashamed about what had just happened.
But it was no wonder.
After all, he had lived for seventeen years, and this was the first time he had been so close to a girl.
Moreover, this closeness came in such an unusual way.
Yet, while the young man felt shy, a strange emotion surged within him.
Because although the girl's hands were slightly rough, clearly accustomed to hard work, they moved with such tenderness that it reminded him of his mother.
When he was little and got hurt from being mischievous, his mother would gently apply medicine to his wounds just like this...
Thinking of this, the young man's eyes flickered as he looked at Xin'er with a hint of warmth.
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