However, the hint of a smile on his lips suddenly vanished.
In her dreams, she began to feel uneasy, as if something was staring at her intently.
Abruptly, she opened her eyes, her heart thumping in her chest.
"Why are you here?" An Ning asked in surprise, staring at Sikong Wuyou.
The blanket slipped off due to her nervous movements, revealing the bandaged wound on her arm.
At the same time, Sikong Wuyou's heart sank, "You're injured?"
An Ning glanced at her own arm, then turned her head, "You haven't said why you're here?"
"Who hurt you?"
Both of them were dodging each other's questions.
However, looking at An Ning's earnest gaze, Sikong Wuyou eventually relented.
"I heard the Prime Minister brought you to the post station, so I came to check on you," Sikong Wuyou replied.
"Thank you." An Ning didn't know what expression she should have.
"Can you tell me now who hurt you?" Sikong Wuyou asked An Ning while leaning on the bed head.
