Once in the room, Leng Yichen placed Bai Yiran on the bed. Soon, Wang Hai knocked on the door and brought in clean clothes, toiletries, and items for dressing wounds.
Bai Yiran's hand was injured, and the bandages wrapped around it were already dirty and disheveled. Leng Yichen squatted in front of Bai Yiran, meticulously unwrapping the bandage on her hand; the wound underneath had already started to swell and become inflamed.
Leng Yichen's brows furrowed deeply, his eyes full of heartache, "How did this happen?"
Bai Yiran smiled, her face calm and untroubled, "I fell while escaping yesterday."
Hearing Bai Yiran say this, Leng Yichen's eyes tightened. He regretted it, wondering why he didn't choose to take the same path Xiao Qiao did yesterday. If he had, he would have encountered Bai Yiran!
"I'm sorry." Leng Yichen picked up an iodine swab and gently disinfected Bai Yiran's hand wound.
