King Jing's Mansion.

Yan Qingxuan helped Jun Qingxuan change her clothes and froze as he looked at her out of his mind, his eyes filled with a complexity that he himself didn't even understand.

Raising his hand to gently caress on that little face covered with scratches, he sighed softly and turned around to take a bottle of ointment, and little by little he carefully and meticulously smeared the medicine on those wounds.

A slight tingling sensation caused Jun Qingxuan to ...