It must have been when he rolled down the hill, getting injured to protect her and Youyou.
An Ning stood up and walked out of the temple, found her medical kit in the carriage, and returned to Lin Zichan's side.
She carefully cleaned his wounds bit by bit.
It hurt a little.
Lin Zichan furrowed his brow.
Yet perhaps too tired, he did not wake up.
In this way, An Ning treated all the wounds on Lin Zichan's upper body.
After thinking for a moment.
She reached out to pull down Lin Zichan's pants, which were also clearly soaked.
However, as soon as her hand touched the waistband.
A pair of large hands immediately grabbed her hand.
An Ning's heart slightly trembled.
She looked up and saw a pair of deep eyes staring at her.
In those eyes, something was flowing that she couldn't quite discern...
At that moment, neither of them said anything.
They just looked at each other.
It was unclear if the warmth came from the fire, or if their breathing warmed the surroundings.
