CHAPTER 391: CHAPTER 372: SHE REALLY CRIED?

Nangong Mo saw the rare herbs she had recently collected, including the thousand-year-old Snow Lotus, and realized they were her treasures. Yet she didn’t hesitate to use them to save him, and his heart couldn’t help but fill with joy.

Thinking further, the first thing she did upon waking was look for him, ask about his whereabouts, and worry about him, rushing overnight to see him. The spontaneous happiness almost overwhelmed him, making him feel a bit lightheaded.

"Why are you standing there in a daze? Sit down quickly, and I’ll bandage your wound."

Nangong Mo immediately snapped back to reality, pulled at the corners of his mouth, and gave her a gentle smile, "Okay!"

Then he obediently sat down, quietly, with a face full of bliss and enchantment.

Yun Ran frowned slightly, looking at him with some confusion. She couldn’t understand how he could smile even when he was so injured. Doesn’t it hurt?

Despite her confusion, her hands were steady and skillful as she cleaned, applied medicine, and bandaged his wounds.

Fearing she might hurt him, Yun Ran was especially careful, controlling the force in her hands and occasionally saying, "If it hurts, just let me know, and I’ll be gentler."

Nangong Mo, looking at the girl up close with her focused and beautiful face, lifted the corners of his mouth, "How could I squeak? I’m not a mouse."

"??"

Yun Ran was startled, looked up at him, and met his teasing and mischievous gaze.

If it weren’t for his too pale face, if she didn’t really care about him, she would’ve slapped his wound twice, making it hurt to death!

The bandage wasn’t long enough, so Yun Ran cut a piece of the bandage to press it on his medicated wound, and then tore a piece of fabric from her dress, wrapping it around from his chest to his back.

"Nangong Mo, lift your arm a bit."

She was very close. From his angle, lowering his eyes, he only saw the girl with bright eyes and white teeth, her skin smooth as cream, and a faint elegant fragrance lingering in the air, stirring ripples in his heart.

Nangong Mo’s breath slightly paused, his eyes darkened, and he lifted his arm as she instructed.

The cloth had to go around his back, and inevitably, Yun Ran was very close to him, so close that Nangong Mo could clearly feel the soft warmth of the delicate body in his embrace.

The ripples in his heart became uncontrollable, emotions difficult to restrain, and thoughts wandered.

However, Yun Ran was fully focused on his injuries, not distracted by his thoughts.

At this moment, in her eyes, he was just a patient in urgent need of treatment.

She couldn’t see his unparalleled beauty nor care about his tempting and perfect physique, only thinking about quickly bandaging this wound so she could move on to the next one.

Nangong Mo slowly raised his hand, seemingly bewitched, wanting to caress the girl’s bright, jade-like, slender neck.

Coincidentally, Yun Ran finished tying the knot, bent down to reach for the wet cloth beside her to handle the next wound, just narrowly avoiding the claw extended by a certain someone.

Nangong Mo frowned, the chaotic and heated mind gaining a bit of clarity, and he pinched his fingers a little frustrated.

Damn it! What was he thinking?

All she cared about were his injuries, and yet he... What was going through his mind?

Nangong Mo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to suppress the rampant flames within.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, all things in the world are illusory, everything is vain! I’m not hot at all! I don’t want anything at all!

Yun Ran had no idea of his thoughts; all her attention was on the wounds on his body.

But, the more she treated them, the more alarmed she felt, mixed with heartache and anger!

Besides the extremely deep and dangerous wound on his chest, there were seven or eight knife wounds of varying depths on his legs, which, according to her experience, were caused by daggers.

Yun Ran felt her vision darkening and dizzy; could it be... she was responsible for all these wounds?

This realization was like a heavy stone crushing her heart, suffocating her, making it hard to breathe, and even her fingers that applied medicine were uncontrollably trembling slightly.

"Nangong Mo, these wounds... They must hurt a lot, right?"

Nangong Mo naturally heard the tremble in her voice, thinking she was heartbroken, about to cry seeing his miserable state, feeling quite proud and deeply comforted inside.

"It doesn’t hurt, not at all."

Not hurt?

How could it possibly not hurt?

Yun Ran felt a sharp pain in her heart, "Is it me, right?"

Nangong Mo was taken aback for a moment, then flicked her forehead with a look of helpless amusement, "What are you thinking? How could it be you? Of course, it’s not you!"

Yun Ran dazedly looked up at him, her starry eyes glazed with a thin layer of mist, "You’re not lying to me?"

Nangong Mo: She actually cried? This little girl cares about me so much!

Feeling overjoyed, Nangong Mo quickly reached out and tousled her hair, "Naturally, I never lied to you. Your master never deceives little girls."

Yun Ran continued to gaze at him quietly with her limpid autumn water eyes, saying nothing, seemingly not believing a word of his nonsense.

Nangong Mo: "..."

What kind of look is that?

"You stabbed me once and fainted, then the assassins appeared. If it weren’t for me, you’d have lost your little life. How would you have had the chance to stab me multiple times?"

Upon hearing this, a fierce murderous intent suddenly flared in Yun Ran’s misty eyes, "Assassins? They’re the ones who injured you like this? Who are they?"

Nangong Mo: "..."

Is she going to dismember the assassins? Bury them alive on the spot? Fry them in an oil pan?

If he said those wounds were self-inflicted... what would happen?

Nangong Mo pressed his thin lips, silently glanced at the blood-stained dagger not far away, and frowned slightly.

A mistake, why didn’t he put it away earlier?

"Are they the Crown Prince’s people? Or... Wushang? Did Wushang appear again? Was it him who hurt you?"

Yun Ran couldn’t wait for his answer and couldn’t help but start guessing herself.

Normally, Wushang would never hurt him, but that night she stabbed him, injuring his vital point, damaging his heart meridian, and with his old poison recurring, in such dire circumstances, it wasn’t impossible to be hurt by him.

Immersed in her thoughts, Yun Ran didn’t notice the man’s suddenly dark expression.

Wushang? Huh! Calling out so affectionately!