"Aunt Qiao Mo... you're really nice..." Qiqi whispered.
Qiao Mo gave him a smile, "Remember not to let it touch water when you go back."
Qiqi looked at the neat white bandage on his arm, and a small smile finally appeared on his face, "Auntie wrapped it really nicely, much better than I did myself."
Qiao Mo was stunned again, "Did you handle the wound yourself before?"
"Yeah, I tried to do it myself, but I didn't wrap it well, so it got infected, and I took the bandage off."
Qiao Mo felt a pang of heartache; what was Yu Qianxun even thinking?
Such a big wound, let alone a child, even adults would struggle to deal with it without help.
Hesitating a moment, Qiao Mo cautiously asked, "Can you tell Aunt Qiao Mo how you got the injury on your arm?"
